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

--The Grand Hall on the second floor of the royal castle.

Read the word "brilliant."

The falling ore lamp (chandelier) spreads softly like an old fashioned dress, illuminating the bustling evening throughout its body.

Both the gentleness of daylight rays and the dazzling light of the most star-like leads.

It was accompanied by an incredibly luxurious dish that sparkled, as well as a number of costumes and decorations that reflected the light and sparkled.

Noisy.

This is also not the same as the crowded or heating cheering of the main street seeking to earn money, the narrative spreading like a ripple.

The crowd near the cafeteria, however, felt the temperament of the elegant and noble, unlike the crowd drinking and making noise.

As far as we can see, everyone is making the most of themselves.

If there were "owners" here with their personality screwed up, they would probably leave a comment on each self-production one by one.

In the meantime, there was a man who was likely to be smiled at with her nose and branded with a zero mark.

"Nah, I'm not familiar with it...."

The clothes he usually wears are also a fine substitute for the royal castle. Nevertheless, it is at best the area of everyday wear for them to gather here.

Then you need to wear the right dress through your sleeve-this is not funny enough again.

Next to him, a beautiful black nightdress girl smiles.

Beautifully embroidered netted dress gloves hold the mouth down, and the satin and kana are worthy of the princess of a country.

"It's okay, Futa. As long as you don't make a mistake with your outfit, you don't have to force yourself into welcoming them. Stay as grand as you are in the arena."

Wow, here we go.

That is to say.

Young man - this place is a complete Away for Futa.

Not an enemy, but about one of the people living in a world far away from herself was more mentally depleted than when she was taking a total scan at some sort of Colosseum.

I wish I could hurt the girl next door if I hit her badly.

The girl pinches and stops him as he stretches his chest to the brim of his chest and tries to take a step forward like he confuses the word grandiose.

"What is it? How do you walk like a person who ate too much?"

"Let's make it as grand as we can."

"You are...."

Oh, my God, Lilac shakes her head.

And if you're doing this at the entrance to the hall, you'll notice that the party has already begun and the venue is busy.

A visit from a princess who never appeared inside.

They didn't give us any advance notice. Those who happen to be together will gather with us first.

"This is, Your Highness, in a good mood."

"It's as beautiful as ever. Today..."

"There's good stuff over there, if you like."

Strawberries.

Where does the classy air go? Lilac tells the quick winners and those who are gathered all the time that Lilac doesn't break his smile - he tells them.

"Thank you very much. But I'm here with my guests."

So you finally noticed the shadowy man standing next to you.

This time, I'll invite you to hang out with that and this so that you can flock to Futa.

It was obvious that the princess was burying the outer moat, which was understandable to the driftstone fowl.

Lilac glanced at Futa and lowered his head slightly.

Futa's expression returned with a bitter smile, but she wasn't nervous until now.

Their response to Lilac was as if they were fans surrounded by gladiators - a familiar sight to Futa, fortunately.

Whether you change places, people change.

The nature of the world is the same as that of the world.

If there is any man who is good, there shall be gathered around him.

That's all I'm talking about after all.

It's just...

You'll find out later that Futa is no exception.

"Oh, this is the champion! Congratulations."

"I'm sorry I didn't notice." No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What do you say we talk a little later?

Likewise entangled, Huta wonders what to do.

Lilac is right, if you want to be grand.

If it's okay to deal with it in the same way as in the arena, just say no.

You shouldn't be too sensitive to pranks, but if Lilac has no problem, there's no reason to go out of your way to welcome him.

I was just about to say I'm sorry.

"Whoa, whoa. Let His Majesty stand at the entrance to the hall... isn't he too gentlemanly?"

Huta raised her face to a deaf voice.

A space opened between the Lord of Voices and the Fouta like a human wave.

After that, is it about 30? There was still a beautiful young man standing.

"Oh, Lord Hula."

"Excuse me. Ha ha!"

He smiled at them with love and laughter, and showed him the center of the hall with his hands to invite Huta and Lilac.

Lilac smiled gently at this man with glasses on and a calm atmosphere.

Thank you, Hula.

"No, of course not. This way, please.... and Master Huta."

"... ahh"

Nod and follow him.

A well-prepared brown hair and a very fine costume amongst the nobles.

Huta looked closely at his back, wearing a uninhibited atmosphere.

"--Well, I see."

At that moment.

Hula's gaze looked back at her as if she had noticed her gaze.

"... what happened?

"No, nothing. It's just... I want you to stop staring at me with your eyes."

To the man, who raised his mouth slightly and couldn't afford to lose his breath, Huta slightly opened her narrow eyes.

"... should I introduce you, Futa?"

It was then that Lilac, walking next door, murmured to gently teach.

The man who was called Hula shook his head just as much as he missed it.

"No, I'm sorry. I was watching your game. Somewhere... I didn't exchange words, but I remembered the illusion that I knew each other over and over again."

"I don't mind."

"Thank you."

Try to be calm and magnificent.

Hula smiles back slowly at her head.

You should get used to social life around here, or you can smell the smell of masks.

As far as I can feel, Lilac is probably better at the pseudo-state - apparently, he's not the one who fights in the dirt.

"He's Hula Wolcott. The head of the court magician - I asked him to help me build the arena."

Thank you very much.

A hand stretched out with a lovely smile.

It is not comparable to the hand of Futa, but still a solid hand makes you feel some kind of sharpening.

If there's no reason to say no, it's in front of Lilac.

Grabbing the hand, Hula raised her mouth with joy.

"I will shake hands with Lord Hutta - my men will envy me."

"Is that so...?

"Oh, I want you to feel more confident. He's the first champion born in King's Landing."

"... ahh"

Lead court magician.

Futa didn't know exactly what to do.

At least in the middle of the hall in this way, it seems to have enough power to shake hands with Futa.

Seeing Lilac smiling without saying anything, I wonder if it's okay to keep talking like this.

Look straight at him and tell him.

"Fouta."

After all, let's introduce ourselves beyond holding hands.

I wonder for a moment what to say.

With just one word right now, you can clearly see that you are not confident.

Futa remembered that it wasn't a good idea to talk too much about herself.

I used the help of the court wizard to build the arena.

The performance is also by the court magician.

They also know that the Magic Device of Voice Diffusion is their production.

If you were working with Lilac on that project, you wouldn't be the enemy first.

For the first time, Huta opened her mouth to express her honest feelings.

"... it was a good arena."

and.

And then...

Huh!

Gu, the power to shake hands has been strengthened.

"Where exactly is it?

A beauty that the ladies have been chasing with their eyes for a long time.

The man in front of me, with his adult complexity and youthfulness, approached Futa.

Specifically.

I didn't flatter you.

Nevertheless, as long as it is specifically said, Huta cannot tell him and make him listen with a fluent sentence.

"It was a good show."

Hmm.

"The magic device was also useful."

"Hmm...."

A simple story of Futa.

However, whenever Hula is lined up, she gets less energetic.

She leaned her neck and wondered if she didn't like much praise.

But it was the moment I said the next word.

"And then the view was good."

"That's right!!!

Eh?

The power is transferred from his hand.

Whether it's a demonstration or trying to crush the opponent, it's a different kind of "fever."

"Yes, yes, yes! The angle at which the audience looks down the field... how did it go?

"Oh, it was so easy to see. It's easy to see, but I don't know."

"What do you mean?

"The gladiator was the star."

"Exactly!!

Visibly in a good mood.

"The arena is a place to attract people. If so, focus on shaping - but don't disturb the main character. That's how the stage works, I guess!!

"Ah, ah. But that's it."

Yeah?

"It was good that the sun didn't get too far into the audience seat."

"That's right!!!

It was even more powerful.

The strength is so strong that it might have been crushed if it weren't for the lid.

"It's also the result of calculating the angle of sunlight and adjusting the shelter! There are so many foolish things I don't even notice...!! Nice try. I noticed!

"... because Colosseum was struggling with that."

"So Spectacular outperformed Colosseum!

"Ah, ahh... maybe so."

I don't think Colosseum has anything in mind.

I prefer Spectacular as a mood compared to Futa. That's true.

But somehow, the transformation of the man in front of me is a less welcoming atmosphere.

"Is there anything else you think? Let's hear endless praise."

"Oh, that voice magic trick."

"I don't care about magic."

"Aren't you the court magician...?

"After all, magic is power, don't you see, Lord Huta? The power of magic is the power of man. We use it to create something beautiful, and we call it the Wizard."

"I see...."

Hula holds her forehead with her hands in the middle of the intoxication, and the driftstone fouta also pulls the corner of her mouth.

When she glanced at Lilac to call for help, she abandoned Huta for a chat with the nobles around her.

--Apparently, what Hula is doing isn't a bad thing.

But the arena. Arena.

I don't hate making him happy.

Thank you to the Arena Spectacular.

Fouta woke up to her memories - she realized.

Speaking of which...

"Speaking of which?

"After the game, in the arena where nobody was left... the sunset was so beautiful."

Pasta and twice.

We exchanged words and looked at the scenery.

The unspeakable feeling of loneliness and strange accomplishment after the festival.

There was no air in Colosseum that seemed to leave a little heat on the audience.

His hand fell out of Futa's hand when he remembered and murmured.

The moment you tilted your neck, you didn't like it.

, but the shoulders of the lid are grasped.

"Hyu, Hula, sir?

In front of Huta - the big man was also praised by the surroundings as the chief court magician, and the handsome man holding one end of the power in this place - was fluttering tears and shaking his head loosely beside him.

"You're... wonderful."

"Ha, ha."

"How long have you been there?"

"Don't you notice a lot because the guests are going home?

"No, that's not true!!

Hula's heat valve won't stop.

"I am, Master Huta. When I heard about the arena, I dreamed about the fever and the aunt. I looked at the spectacle in the middle of the design and thought. I'm sure the heat of the battle taking place here will be wonderful."

Ah, ahh

"Do you like opera?

"Suddenly!? No, not really."

I see. I enjoyed immersing myself in the afterglow of the opera and watching the stage that ended with a single guest seat. "

"... uh, I see. It led to this."

"That's what I'm talking about, Master Huta! How to express the finish while containing the heat... it was the oblique sun that arrived. Sunset is good. It makes everyone feel the end of the day. That's why! I rebuilt the arena from the design stage to show off the curtains, remnants and everything of the arena of the day when the sun sets!!

"Have you done that!?

But Hula shakes her head.

Are the nobles around you listening to Futa and Hula's conversation? We just keep an eye on each other, and apparently no one wants to speak up.

"--Nobody tried to stay after the game. Nobody noticed the spectacle... it's really sad."

Really?

"But you realized. I understood the beauty of the arena spectacular. Nothing makes me so happy.... ahh"

Then, your hands slip off the shoulders of the lid.

Shake your neck loosely and lift your forehair.

Refreshing, he says.

"It's good to see you. - I can't even talk to His Highness anymore. Let's go home today."

"Hmm....?

"I hope we can talk more carefully."

Raise the corner of your mouth and turn your back.

He really left the hall as it was.

"... I was serious."

"That's who Hula is."

"Master Lilac... I wish you could have explained a little more..."

"Fufu, I'm sorry."

But she goes on.

"The ability to redesign the arena by yourself and use magic powers to create buildings up to that point is real. Many wizards were intoxicated with him."

"... I see. Certainly."

If you ask, you're right.

I didn't seem interested in the fight itself from the beginning.

Ideas from the opera - I don't think I'm that interested in Colosseum.

So I made something like that.

"... Master Lilac. Is he on your side?

That's why I asked.

Remember Lilac's words that there are only enemies in the social world.

Lilac shook her head quietly and Futa gently lowered her chest.

Whatever your personality, your arms are awesome. It is troublesome to turn to enemies, including the leadership of the court wizard.

But for a while, I felt relieved.

Lilac narrows his eyes and looks at the hall exit.

"Right now - you must be the most vigilant person."

Lilac murmured in spite of his hands.