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

"There you are, Futa. ― ― So...

Fouta returned to Lilac from Richter.

She greeted Futa with an extra smile and whispered slightly sharply.

"Shall we go? To His Majesty the King."

Slowly pull your chin.

While the lights of the ore lamp shine brightly on the world, no one stands in their way.

That's true. Because the First Princess of this country is heading straight to the deepest point.

If you're such a sociopath that you don't know what you're going to do, you're not called here.

--A look at the King.

Lilac brought Fouta here today for the main purpose.

Huta didn't ask about the reason. It's just that the King himself wants to see Fouta.

It is true that I have no idea what kind of story it is.

It is no longer familiar for Futa to think of something I don't have in mind.

Keep your chest up and be magnificent.

"How do I be polite?

"As I taught you before. Abbreviations are fine."

This is neither the throne room nor the morning meeting time.

If you're in the middle of a party in the hall, you don't have to be so polite.

I pushed ahead.

Among the standing meal formats, luxurious chairs were only available at the back, where the Lord was already present.

The loosely stored beard is the same silver as Lilac's hair.

He seemed a little old because of his beard, but he seemed to be younger than I thought. He's not over 50, is he?

However, it was only an analysis of wrinkles and lines of beauty, and the area around the eyes felt a little tired, and the corners of the mouth were the same.

"Father."

"Oh, Lilac. Nice to meet you."

"Yes, so..."

Looking back from a beautiful thank you, she stretched out her hand pointing to the lid behind her.

This is my guest, Futa.

"... I see. Guest"

"Yeah."

As she smiled, Huta bowed lightly.

Yeah, the nodding king was laughing.

"Fouta."

"Ahh....."

I was laughing.

But somehow it felt sad.

If there is a king's majesty, it is a sumptuous chair and a glorious figure.

But his expression, his vibe, and his voice. They all feel weak.

--Someday, when I was giving a speech before the "witch" was executed, I would have been a little more dominant.

I hear you were originally a vigilante for the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

"... yes. Follow the caravan to King's Landing."

I see.... I see. "

That's what happened.

After the wandering, the princess picked it up outside.

Hired as a cautionary stick by the Olba Chamber of Commerce, his origins were consolidated on the occasion of his flashy moves at the execution site.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Again, I am the king of this country. Gilbert M. Fangini."

King Gilbert.

Futa thanked him again for his name and glanced at Lilac.

Next to her, with no problem, Huta waited silently for the king's words.

"I've heard a lot from Lilac. Don't you have a cramped feeling for me?

"Yes, Lilac, thank you very much for your help."

I see. That's good. "

A loose smile.

Fouta rounds her eyes slightly.

I was surprised.

As far as the man in front of me was concerned, he did not seem to be at least as thoughtful as a king.

They were hunting down Lilac.

The same goes for throwing away the beatrix for my wife.

The same goes for Corona's public execution.

But why?

Looks like he's considering the culprit who just met - not to mention the friendship with France, which is his prospect as a cautionary stick for the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

"I hear the tournament was brilliant. Next, I'd like to see it too."

"It's an honor."

Yeah, yeah, nod with King Gilbert.

When he raised one of his broken fingers, he looked at Lilac as if he were gazing at his complexion - then he smiled slowly and opened his mouth.

"Oh, yes. Why don't we talk about it next time? This is the first time my daughter has ever had this in her life."

"Oh, Father!

Gilbert laughs at his daughter-teasing father's face as he dyes his cheeks and speaks up.

---Futa thought for a moment and nodded positively.

At least the man in front of me is better than Lilac.

Then it would be strange to get Lilac's permission.

Besides, I don't think Lilac expected this.

Then this is a scheduled harmony.

"Feel free to contact us anytime"

I see, I see.... can I drink alcohol?

"To the extent I like it."

"Mm-hmm... but soon."

"Yes"

I didn't expect an invitation from the King for a table.

Now, should we consider poisoning - that's something we should ask Lilac later.

"Um, Dad. In that seat I....."

"Would you please excuse me? My father wanted to hear about my daughter from a young man."

"... already"

King Gilbert smiles at her as she squeezes her cheeks and looks at you.

"Enjoy the party."

The conversation here is over.

There is no reason to be discouraged by such thoughtful remarks.

It was then that Huta, who agreed, tried to leave with Lilac.

"Your Majesty"

And, and, and sounds like footsteps.

There is a sound of unbalanced metals rubbing against each other, and there are signs of approaching.

Huta looked at Lilac before turning around.

It would be good to think that there is no problem with the atmosphere that doesn't seem to have any feelings.

It is unnatural to leave early.

When Huta turned slowly, there was a knight in armor.

"Oh, Bisiedo."

"Yes, Your Highness - Oh, Lord Huta."

As a formal thank you, Lilac also responds.

Likewise, the lid also responded, and the lid noticed.

That Lilac was unexpected and without even a social smile.

Do you know me?

"Oh, I got a good look at the tournament.... will you give me some more time?

He seems to be called Bisied.

Apparently, she knows about Futa and invites her to go for a light drink.

When I look at Lilac, I see that he is not looking at me with a particularly negative gaze, nor is he sending me any signals.

"--ahh"

"Then on the balcony. I need to speak with His Majesty for a moment. Have you finished talking to His Majesty?

"Yeah, I'll see you later."

Powerful words that make you say nothing.

It was said to be a knight, but the atmosphere is pleasant when it is said to be a soldier.

"Bye, Fouta."

"Yes"

Nodded to the last words of King Gilbert, Huta turned away from them.

Lilac is Lilac, and nods gently to King Gilbert, finishing a smiling goodbye like a good parent-child.

"--That was a hassle."

Hmm, is that the best you can do?

"No, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.... did you have fun?

"That's not what it's like to be asked if it was fun."

"Isn't it more fun to play with your maid in your room?

"Compared to that, no entertainment can win....."

I don't know what to do today.

Thinking of the maid with such a smile, Futa loosened her mouth thinly.

Whatever.

As I left the king's seat, there were many more people.

Lilac also interacts with words in a small voice while only laughing naturally.

"I'm Bisied."

"Ah, yes. Armored Him"

"There is no need for special vigilance. You don't have to change that when you're dealing with other people."

"I see.... what kind of person is he anyway? I felt something was wrong with Lilac's reaction."

"... is that so?

Lilac tilts his head.

When she nodded, she gently stroked her lips and thought, then raised her face to see if she had noticed.

"If so, yes. It's not much to talk about here, so let's do it again."

If you ask me, this is a social party venue. It's like the ultimate in public.

It's not a good idea to talk about it in vain. A conversation that is more rumored and restrains each other is more appropriate.

"Well then, he said he'd talk to you later... but Lilac..."

"I'm not going with you. Do it properly."

"I understand."

"... that's right. Let's just finish with an objective reputation of who he is."

"Please."

Subjective perspectives may make it a little difficult to talk to her. If it meant information before everyone knew, it was worth talking about.

However, there is one strange thing about Futa.

When I came to today's social party, Lilac told me in advance about important people who might have some contact with them.

There was no Bisied's name among them.

--However, the Marquis of Hammot was not listed either.

Futa explained that it doesn't matter.

"Bisied, put it simply."

Yes, she told me all the same.

--The king's knight (...).

Oh, and the wind blows at night.

This balcony is where Fouta held Lilac one day. Under the starry sky, where I swore.

It's not exactly a royal place.

Not to mention the cool and pleasant nights of this period, when several foreigners were already making a contribution to the dishes in the city and above the starry sky.

He grabbed his hand on the trunk of a luxury stone and shouted from behind Huta, who was gazing at the sky blurrily.

"--Nice wind is blowing tonight."

The soft tone of voice was not enough for a beautiful voice - it was a pleasant one to hear.

When Huta looked back, there was an armored knight there.

The armor that shined under the ore lamp (chandelier) is now dull and pale under the starry sky.

Slowly taking off his full-faced helmet, he shook his neck several times to get rid of the heat.

Long golden hair quietly floats.

"Isn't it hot in your helmet?

"As they often say... I don't really feel like hanging up."

Those blue eyes are lighter than Lilac's.

With his mouth slightly raised, he stood next to Huta.

"Once again, it's Bisied. I've heard about you for a long time... but unfortunately, I don't have a chance. This is the first time I've seen bravery in a martial arts tournament. It was brilliant."

"Well, thank you.... no flowers, it must have been boneless."

"That's why I'm interested in you."

Gripping his nails, he murmured blurrily.

I'm wearing this armor. Lilac told me you were a knight.

I see. Like Prim and Izna, Huta thinks they appreciated the strength over the glamorous battle.

"Have you been following His Majesty?

"For the last 30 years. I've been a knight lately."

Was that so?

"Ah, recently."

As he noticed, Bisied laughed loosely.

"--Seven years ago, somehow."

"Lately, quite a bit. How old are you?

"How old are you? Yeah, that's right. It's almost mid-40s."

"Thirty years has been a long time since I was young."

"Oh, when Your Majesty was a child - I was also a child."

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the sky.

You can see once upon a time in sparkling stars.

30 years.

It's a distracting time for Fouta.

The man next door doesn't look that old.

Unlike King Gilbert, who looked tired, he still looked the same age or slightly above.

Even though it is, it is mid-40s.

"- How is His Highness?"

When Huta was thinking about that, Bisied asked.

Ambiguous and extremely difficult to answer questions.

However, Lilac said it was okay as usual.

I nodded and laughed.

"Always a poor, beautiful man."

I see.

His reply was just one word.

However, I feel like I have a heavy feeling in one of the words, and Futa narrows her eyes.

"... what do you think?

I see. Speaking of which, yes. I just don't want you to feel bad. The Duke heard of His Highness as a diner. I will never spit on your position. "

With that in mind, he continued.

"Your Highness in Spectacular - to be honest, it seemed like the most enjoyable part of my life. It was alive."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that."

"Oh, that's why..."

Bisied smiles as he strokes his jaw.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak very well."

"Don't worry, neither do I."

I see. Then... okay. "

With distant eyes, Bisied grunts.

"I wish His Highness could play and live a long time. I think so."

"That's..."

"I know it's hard. Your Highness. However, since I was born into a profession called" Rape Male ", and I'm still alive... there wouldn't have been a place for peace of mind."

"... I see. That's right."

If Bisied has been in the royal castle for 30 years.

You must have seen everything in her life.

I've just seen it, and I didn't seem to reach out to her in pain, but after all, everyone does the same thing.

If it weren't for my special powers, it might have been the same hole.

So keep laughing.

"For example, Lilac really seems to be having fun at Spectacular. - Then I'll do my best to boost my spectacle so I can support her."

……

Surprisingly, Bisied rounded his eyes.

Then he lowered his chin slowly and murmured, "Really?"

"If you do that, it's good."

That's what he said to be stingy. I once again threw my gaze into the night sky.

Huta thinks so.

If a man who has seen most of his life thinks it's the most fun right now.

It is my mission to boost Spectacular Clubs.

When that happens, yes.

Okay, Mr. Bissiedo.

Hmm?

Well, I'll try my sister's concert for that.

"What about it?"

Bisied's faint expression was terribly impressive.