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.

Just as Huta was in the middle of the hall talking to the court magician, Hula Wolcott, the treasurer, Richter L. Klimbroom, was also in the middle of a conversation surrounded by crowds at the corner of the hall.

However, behind their smiles, there are still thousands of work figures running around in him.

Even today and today, many aristocrats suddenly appear under him, who is busy with this and this, and carries out his thoughts.

Enjoy the glass with one hand at a stand-up party.

While holding hands on the meat placed on the table, a nobleman asked Richter twice.

"By the way, some of you haven't been dating very well lately."

"Ah... I see."

You can see the face of the aristocracy as usual.

But I wonder if it was around May. It was also true that the number was gradually decreasing.

No, it's not that there are fewer people around Richter.

Just, yeah. Should I say my facial expression has changed?

Newly growing numbers of people are more or less called businessmen - early stories surround beatrix.

And what that means is that it's a commercial, a princess.

The name of the connection is "Spectacular".

Join the court wizard and the surroundings of Richter are very busy. That's good.

"... Gracial?"

"He was the first one to distance me from Richter...."

His name is Gracial, who tilts his glass and murmurs.

Without paying particular attention to the moaning voice of Richter, the nobleman standing next to him speaks.

"Certainly, Gracial also deserves to be treated as a family. When I was with Richter, it was easy for us to do it....."

No, I don't know.

"What do you mean?

"The financial margin and the outlook ahead are clearly better now. Back then, it was like we were all going to ruin it together."

"Was it?

"Unconscious."

It was a Richter with a head.

Isn't the princess awakening to the rapist?

It was this Richter L. Klimbroom who had the suspicion in the first place, and he has pursued the investigation by his own means.

It is also true that nature and aristocracy have deepened the ditch with the princess as a result of distancing themselves from the royalists.

Though I love the King, it is fair to say that the aristocrats and factions who were originally around the King were not friendly, and the aristocracy was a little floating.

It was Richter L. Climbroom who managed to put them together, and a man named Gracial G. Gringott - a man with whom Richter held hands.

It's just that after all.

The fact that a faction was in financial difficulty and was about to embark on an expedition to a neighboring country.

The fact that all the aristocracy continued to fail in business and drove the people into poverty.

The fact that the industrialists were knowledgeable about the country and were a nuisance to assert their rights in Congress.

None of this worked, and it was also a man named Richter L. Klimbroom who managed to stop the slow ruin.

If this spark blows up, the princess will be truly useless.

Such a sense of crisis - but in a way, it went off.

"I hope the aristocracy will rise from the current situation."

"Yeah, yeah, of course! With Richter's spicy skills, I wonder if there is any revitalization in the region from the promotion of Spectacular's operation."

"What about your territory?

"Now... I'll leave it to my secretary, so let's check it out again."

"I see... sooner..."

Richter holding his forehead. I may have gotten drunk early. I want to go home early. What do you do when you get home?

With that in mind, Richter sighed.

Looking at the center of the hall, you can see the princess still entertaining the chat - and the young man caught by the chief court magician who shed tears for some reason.

I don't want to think about what happened, and I don't want to get involved, but Richter lowered his temper slightly.

"I'm grateful to you in a way."

The little murmur could not even be heard by the nobleman next door.

There are several reasons why Richter is now working with the princess.

Even if he was forced to do so in the middle of the day, there was basically that man.

Huta Pomodoro, a princess diner who's been known recently as.

His presence guided the Princess's actions, which she did not know how to explode.

Spectacular, that's good.

If you open the lid on how to rebuild the inclined economy, it will come with the smile of the people.

Richter is alert to the fact that the rape male is a rape male, but if she shows herself innocently shaking Concesh - it is also true that in one act she can't get rid of it.

Show her the way she's thinking. Even if the country could be protected by dyeing the color of the gladiator - Richter now thinks.

There must have been that man at the root of her.

Good luck with that.

As long as there is a bond in the form of a spectacular clay, at least there will be no trouble for the people.

Dear Richter,

"What's wrong?

The voice of the man next to him whispers to him as he gently tilts the glass.

The figure of a young man coming to break people in the hall and push them from where he showed them.

Richter narrowed his eyes to see how it was blown, and he told him first.

"Richter, you've been having a really good time lately."

"That's not true."

Lifting his loosely waved pale hair, the young man turned his eyes to Richter to make a fool of himself.

When I was a kid, I was just like Richter in my mid-twenties, a little older.

Behind him, he leads Richter's familiar aristocracy to sell him in a fight from the front.

Ha, I wonder.

"That's not true.... I don't. I can't believe the feathers are good....."

"Ah? How dare you earn so much with Spectacular?"

Hey, look back at the nobles behind you asking for consent. His name is Gracial G. Gringott.

Richter was a man of nobility, born one of the country's most famous houses.

He himself is also one of the members of the Senate of the King's City Council.

Richter narrowed his eyes and murmured at his behavior.

"It's so easy to just look at him from the side....."

"That would be each other. This is a nuisance."

"What a nuisance. You must be the one spending the most taxes for nothing."

Tingling and the air stings.

There was no other way.

Those who followed Gracial, and those with Richter, were with him.

Certainly, but no one could complain from the front to Richter or Gracial.

"So what can I do for you? I've hardly seen you in the courtyard lately."

"No? I just... I just came here to laugh when I saw you shake your tail that much you hated the princess."

"What are you talking about?

Tilt his neck surprisingly, Richter said.

"It's only natural for Fuku to be a respected royalty. Where the hell are you, shaking your tail?

"It's no use trying to wrap up the royals. My mouth is full of words and deeds.... you must have made it spectacular. Why do you need Her Majesty's permission to use what is supposed to be yours?"

"Yes, you set the precedent. I wonder how much of a deficit your outdoor opera, which only went with Your Majesty's permission and cost a lot of money..."

"So the deviser, Her Royal Highness, interrupts? I'm not kidding."

"You're the ones who gave me the excuse. Gracial, listen."

Close your eyes and stare in the middle.

Richter shouted at the frustrating Gracial.

"Don't show me any more shame."

"....."

Gu, the bitten gracial glances at the surroundings.

Snore your nose and turn your heel back from the richter.

"Fine. If you claim to own the arena you built from the national budget, and you intend to keep sweet soup in the future, don't forget."

"What are you doing?

"You guys, the only people in this royal castle who hate the dirty way the Chamber of Commerce does it."

So he threw up, and Gracial left.

Looking at his back, Richter exhaled once.

Lilac managed to make a point with the sword or the spectacular, making it a reassuring arrow.

There are some of them, or some factions called factions, who have eaten a fraction because of this.

If I stand over there, I can't stand here. It's the same for any faction that doesn't know when it will explode.

It's boring.

It's just...

"... spectacular publicity"

Nothing is to Richter's credit for the failure of the aristocratic outdoor opera and the success of the sword. That was done by Beatrix, who had even been rooting out and promoting it since before construction began.

"... Your Majesty's permission"

It was not Richter who knew and did not stop the huge deficit caused by their entertainment. Her Royal Highness, that man. I knew and failed, and I turned the approval authority over to myself as a "success story."

"... Spectacular construction"

Though the state budget, in fact, the majority of the damages were taken from the empire. On top of that, taxes did flow in, but most of them have already been written off. Instead, the debt to the Olba Chamber of Commerce is massive again, but there it is.

I mean, what do you want to say?

"... even if I complain, I'm in trouble."

In Gracial's words, there is only one thing to contest.

It was like Richter himself was leading the way, but it wasn't.

It's that demonic sister who's playing soft, not herself.

"Let's not thank Futa."

It was a Richter who shrugged his shoulders.

"What happened?

"Ugh, futah... knock it off"

"This is the hall??

Behind the searching Richter.

Has the lead court magician Hula's opponent finished yet? Richter sighs with a small sigh to the young man who arrives without holding a glass in one hand.

"Your Highness..."

"I'll be back in a little while. I saw Richter, and he just came."

I see. Go home before His Highness comes. "

"Something like this... you don't feel the respect for Lilac..."

"Shut up."

Hmm, Richter snorts.

Surrounded by his usual surroundings, he is surprised by the appearance of unexpected people.

In retrospect, it was certainly the first time that I had appeared to be somewhat intimate in public.

When I was talking to him, I shook my head thinking, "Your Highness, or..."

The more I think about it, the more trouble I remember.

"This is Master Futa. Congratulations on winning."

"Oh, thank you."

"Next time, I will send you a gem that you can take in our territory."

"No... that's right. Then I'll give something to Lilac."

"That's great! Then I will definitely do what I can in our territory."

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Their social skills did not keep pace with Futa's ability to communicate.

Now that I have handed over a gift from the aristocrats to Futa, I do not know what will happen later.

Clearly, I think I just used Futa.

"At least try to buy it from him. It'll be troublesome."

"Really? If that's what Richter says. I'm sorry."

"No, absolutely not. No, but I see."

Fufufu nodded, a nobleman who dealt with the jewel.

Somewhere satisfied with that expression, Huta leaned her neck.

To the extent that Richter's words were acceptable, he wanted to make sure he was close to the champion and princess's favorite.

"I'm glad I followed Richter."

"Ah yes... then it's time for the jewelry business to succeed"

"Hey, there's a little difficulty with transportation... a little money for road maintenance..."

"Make your own surface...."

It was a Richter who shook his head.

And that's when it happened.

"Ri, Richter...!

Hyi, hyi, I'm going to let you out of your breath, a man.

The smell of sweat coming out of fine clothing and its whole fat body shape.

Eggs in your clothes? As he stood in front of Richter, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief with a flashy smile.

"Hey, I'm late. Hi, I'm sorry. The daughter I bought yesterday is so cute, ufufu."

"... don't say that in public."

"Ah, excuse me. I'll introduce you to Richter later."

"I don't need it."

Hearing an unpleasant word from behind, Futa frowned slightly.

The luxurious ring is so tight that it can't come out of its fat fingers, it's so ugly.

"Oh, Futa. Let me introduce you. This is Marquis Bonless Hammot."

I see. Thank you very much. "

"Oh, this is Master Huta! I see, Champion! Unfortunately, the sword was only seen once... oh, what a fever. Ufufu"

Marquis Bonless Hammot.

I don't have a very good impression of that fat figure.

That's all, a man who takes good care of himself as soon as he meets.

"... you belong to Mr. Richter?

Ah.

I heard it just in case, but it was a quick answer.

Huta held her forehead down.

"I wonder how Mr Huta is. There's no hard work for a woman."

"I'm good."

"Please...."

I suppose Hammotto also noticed that he was clearly distanced.

Nevertheless, I'm just laughing so hard that I can't help it.

"Oh yes, this is a dish made with meat from our collar, but it was fried with meat sandwiched between the cheese."

I don't need it.

"Me too."

"Really... it's delicious..."

He talks about the oily food.

Richter asked him such a nasty question.

"By the way, I said I bought a woman... how many?

It's the fourth person this month, ufufu

"- Do you have any money?

"Nooo... ahaha"

Lord Hammot laughs deceitfully.

Futa didn't understand the meaning of the question.

No, I don't understand the meaning of the word.

But even if you simply paid for that - that's how much money you're going to be in trouble with just four people.

"Is the water business expensive in this country?

"Futa... even in your place... no, well, that's true. Don't get me wrong, he's not into the water business, he's just buying people."

"... oh, that's right."

The lid's eyes narrowed.

Ser Hammot, who was holding his hand, tilted his neck when he noticed his gaze. I didn't have a neck to tilt because of fat, so it looked like my whole body was bent.

"If Richter can't find his wife, that's the way to take it, ufufu."

"My wife. Wife....."

What surprised Futa was that Richter was following his story or having a proper conversation.

I thought you were going to stick it a little bit more.

"--No, no, how about holding Master Huta in custody when talking about hammots and the like?"

And that's where the jeweler broke in.

Certainly his story is not pleasant to hear.

Futa nodded and turned her heel back to Lilac.

"There are five daughters, such as the chief court magician, Prince Hula. About six Richters."

"What do we do with each other?"

While exhaling, Richter spoke unexpectedly and properly.

Turning their backs, Huta waved gently to Richter to leave the place behind.

At least for Fouta.

--There are no good memories for buying and selling people.