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

--The royal castle, the princess's office.

Most people think of the king's private room behind the Throne Room when they say "the deepest part of the castle."

In fact, the gendarmes and guards who serve in this royal castle thought so, as did even the servants and nobles of the palace.

No, maybe I didn't think about it in particular.

For example, no one in their house bothers to think about where is the farthest from the front door.

If you just ask, think about it a little bit and remember making it, right around there? That's enough to figure it out.

But there are wise men who aren't.

The deepest part of the castle.

Some realize it's not the Throne Room, it's not the King's private room, it's her office.

Once upon a time, her "profession" began to be known as "rape."

There were people who thought that the princess, who preferred such a dark and humid place, was the lady in the deep window.

Gradually, she stopped listening to the "wonder" and someday she could be cleared up as a mere favorite.

Now there was a situation where no one thought it strange that the princess's office was in such a crowded place.

Such a princess's office had a rare visitor today.

It's hard.

Have a cup of tea. Lilac laughs in trouble, and the person in front of her laughs funny.

"It can't be helped. Well, even with us, teaming up with musicians is a lot of trouble, so I hope you'll forgive me."

Hula Wolcott.

The chief court magician sat relaxed on the sofa.

Behave freely as if you were directing an orchestra while swinging a cane the size of a cutlery.

The two court wizards behind him were watching with a hint of disrespect for the princess.

"I wonder if music is a good idea. I see, the spectacles are colored with your ears. The theater certainly struggled most with the reverberation of the sound. Spectacular audio just keeps making a big overall sound - hmm, maybe you should think about it a little bit."

"That's right. Please do."

"No, but, Your Highness. I'm very enthusiastic."

"Um... shouldn't I? I intend to do my job properly."

"No, no, I don't think it's bad. It's an honor for me to be involved in something fun. Speaking of which, I wonder...."

Yes, pretending to be a wand, he threw his eyes into space to choose his words.

He asks Lilac in front of him with a smiling smile.

"Is that okay with you...?

Lilac tilted her head.

"Um, there's something I can't reach...."

"Hahaha, not at all. No, not really! Now! Let's also think about music!

Hula stood up and walked away without even hearing Lilac's voice.

The two court wizards hurriedly bowed their heads many times to apologize to her, and hurried after Hula.

But they hit Hula's back, which stopped suddenly in front of the door.

Well, against Lilac holding her mouth, Hula put her hand on her chest as she remembered and exhaled all her thoughts.

"Ah, tea.... it was delicious!"

"That's good."

Bye.

Hula, who was unaware of the silent protests of the court magicians, said when she was sitting in the seat, would have really tasted delicious tea tea cups, and unfortunately looked at them before opening the door and leaving the room.

"Head! Hey, head!

"Is that okay, Your Highness?"

The door closed and Hula, who leads the long corridor, protested alternately from behind. He pushes forward gradually without paying particular attention.

"Something wrong?

"There were so many things! I did....."

It is always the case that Hula is free.

I'm not going to complain about it forever because it stopped suddenly and collided with my back. It's just...

"I can't believe you cooperated fully with His Majesty... is the head completely on His Majesty's side now?"

"Whoa, whoa, what a strange thing to say"

The first time Hula stopped and looked back, she looked at them with boring eyes. I slightly lifted my hair and raised the corner of my mouth.

"We'll always be on the royal side."

"... the leader won't tell me what he's thinking again."

"Hahaha, if I explain to idiots like you, there will be more mistakes, right?

"Idiot!?

― ― "Canteen (Taberna)" Lute.

"Taverna" Lute, a popular cafeteria and tavern that was always enjoyable, was wrapped up in an unusual rough atmosphere.

It seems that Huta, who was meeting with Izna today, was a big boost when she brought her sister's pasta. The reason for this was that Izna, who was late, brought a tight girl. However, this shop will be finished when it is boosted.

"Are you okay?

"Oh, I'm fine. I drank it because I ran and my throat was dry. That's all."

"It's alcohol...."

Izna is already at the table, drinking alcohol in a heartwarming way.

The nursing home is a private room belonging to a family of shopkeepers in the back of the kitchen.

Motsuke and the sign daughter Aneze are taking care of her.

He was driven away for nothing he could do, and they swallowed the wine this way.

Pasta-chan is moving alone to boost a delicate cafeteria.

She cheered with cute cuteness.

"... poor thing"

"Did you say something?

"No, nothing."

The pitiful gaze and the eyes of Pasta who was chewing and illuminating the cutest girl's movements staggered for a moment.

Huta was troublesome, so I abandoned him quickly.

It would be better to get rid of Izna's problem first.

Otherwise, I can't talk about music in the first place.

"What happened?

"Ah? Uh, I don't know."

I know because I'm not stupid.

I don't know how you got out of Izna saying that like a mouth habit.

Suddenly she lowered her eyebrows and felt the air of Futa waiting for the next word. Izna put her arms together as she drank the focaccia round.

"The lady found it on her way here with Motsuke. There's a little square in front of Yokocho."

"Ah, a lot of rendezvous - and then the drunken... intoxication? Don't look at it often."

"That's right. I was singing there."

"Heh. Unusual. Wandering?"

"Maybe. Quite a crowd. But a strange crowd broke into it and started snapping songs."

"... I see."

Apart from Izna's recollection that I was such a good song that I listened, I somehow figured out the reason for the prick.

As far as Futa knows, the bard's job is to "tell."

Of course, there are cases where creative stories are spinned into songs, but they are rare.

Usually, it is common to sing a song about events that have occurred elsewhere.

If so, it is natural that people who do not like the content also emerge.

For example, there was a war.

We don't recognize each other, such as how they looked from the side. It is often said that when it is turned into objective poetry, they have more justice and suffering, which gives rise to barren arguments.

"Nh, I'm so sorry for the poor kid. I'm sorry, but they're just heating up."

"... so you stopped?

"No, I tried to stop it...."

Oops, the lid tilts its neck.

But if you ask her, she certainly wouldn't be in the hospital by now if she'd stopped there.

I don't think Izna would abandon it in such a situation.

"People around me started sheltering her and started fighting."

"Ahhhhhh...."

I knew it wasn't safe.

I see. I can imagine.

"Nh, one of them said," Run! Say '. No, I thought there was no reason to run away... but she panicked too. I ran away. "

"Ah yes...."

Well...

Izna, with her arms tied together, remains a difficult face.

"You're starting to get stupid shouting after me. You're forcing me to be so difficult. The excuses were scratched off with a yelling voice, and they were screaming with an apology. I thought I was going to do the same thing after the girl who ran away, and I was facing a boulder."

"Against you?

I knocked them all down.

"Everyone"

"Including those who say, 'Run,' even though they can't protect themselves with justice."

"Hah...."

"I guess so. If they hadn't put their hands on it, it wouldn't have been a brawl. I can't even calm down, that kid's not funny."

So, well, with a mouthful of focaccia.

Fufufufufufufu

"Swallow."

"... I decided to ask you to find her. You're completely stuck in my neck. I thought I'd be able to chase him if he was hot."

I see.

Inside the grumpy shop.

When I asked for a drink, everyone's cute pasta smiled as a waiter for some reason.

Huta did not hesitate to order.

There was a blue line on her forehead.

So, why did this happen?

and the kitchen to the point indicated by Futa. In the back room, to be exact.

"That's why I don't know. I don't know if they were chasing me, but... for now, I fell on the street. That's why I brought him here. That's all I'm talking about."

Are you out of strength?

"You've been chasing me, I've been in a lot of trouble. I couldn't find her without her."

"What's so exciting...?"

"Come on? He's a handy guy. I'm a little stupid."

"Ah yes...."

I was vaguely thinking that it would be unintentional, and I tilted the liquor that came in place of me.

The cat stroke that made you wait seems to be popular with the public.

Isn't that fun?

"Hmm, does it look that way? I wish oniichan could help me too."

"No, my sister is popular and I'm happy as an older brother."

"Thank you! I'll see you later!

Pasta's back, which was said to come again after he ran away, eloquently complained that he would kill him later.

"I'm thinking about oniichan, and he's a good kid, huh?"

Pasta?

"Oh, I have a sister like that. You're desperate to hold on to the sword....."

"Ahh... ahaha"

Inside Izna's brain, we seem to be able to construct a fouta that works to feed pasta in its infancy entirely.

A shadow that runs under Huta's thoughts about what to do to solve the misunderstanding.

Oh?

"--Rescuers awake, Master."

"Oh, well done."

"No, of course not, Master."

Nevertheless, it seems a little proud to be praised because it is a feeling that I have played a role.

Sadly, the two men in front of her don't convey her subtlety.

Well, let me ask you a few questions.

And when Izna stood up slowly.

"--It's okay!

Voice.

A clear and beautiful voice would say this voice.

Looking back unexpectedly, Izna and Futa smiled at the girl who had been held earlier.

Her cheeks are slightly red and her eyes are slightly moist and fluffy.

However, that will alone is strong.

"Thank you for your concern!

I lowered my head with jerkiness.

I'm obviously feeling ill, but is it okay?

Unlike Futa, who tilted her neck, Izna looked at her from top to bottom with a difficult face.

It was on the floor that she was flushing her tied hair back, but she probably died.

The sumptuous body is average in height, but fairly thin.

I wonder if I have a decent meal.

Although she is well dressed, the shoes are quite run-down, and it gives the impression that her clothes are fine but in season.

"... are you okay?

Though your thick pale eyes still make you feel the energy.

"It's okay, it's okay!

I think you're flustered.

Oh, my God, hold her.

"Don't let this guy out. Don't trust the sick."

"Sorry, Master.... but when Master fell before, humans were so sturdy..."

"Ah, I'll correct it. I'm sturdy."

This man, and Futa, turned their white eyes.

"Listen to the situation later. In the meantime, I'll see how it goes until I feel better."

"Izna, is it good to chase someone?

"Oh, don't worry."

Izna laughed with her nose.

"Unlike that sense of justice, I have the power to beat you up. Besides..."

He glanced at her once and glanced straight at her and smiled.

"Above all, Temee and the others are here."

That said, Izna forced her back to the kitchen.

The remaining moths looked up anxiously.

Like that, Futa scratches her head with a daze.

Oh, my God.

and murmured.

He also laughs before he thinks that his neck is tilted and he thinks the load is heavy.

You can't go home anymore.