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

― ― "Canteen (Taberna)" Lute.

The bustling interior has an unusual atmosphere of Aung Yang and upset.

Outside the shop, a large number of people - roughly people from the city - are gathered, and rumors about the incident at this shop and speculation about it have been made as soon as possible.

But they pave the way well enough for one person to pass, and the guards go and come through the corridor.

Their job was to carry out the men who seemed to have gone mad in the store.

"Thank you, Bill. Mr. Ben."

There must have been someone in the guards.

Fouta laughed in trouble and said that one of them was in a whirlpool.

The twin guards turning around were thumbs-up saying it was good.

Rather, we have to make this noise in time.

"I don't want the report to bother me... where did you get the explosives from?"

With their arms tied together, Huta can only tilt her neck.

If you ask me, there are people who can procure explosives, etc., but there are also such things as just gangsters.

Futa frowned when security in the area suddenly began to deteriorate.

Explosion, crushing, and bursting sound are familiar, but most of them are used to smashing houses with hammeraxes, smashing houses with iron barrels, or smashing houses with fists.

Explosives and the like certainly don't have much to do with it.

"There's a scrap mine near King's Landing, right? Explosives have become so strictly regulated since the explosives they use are traded behind the scenes."

"And this is it? It's gonna be a little something."

To Bill and Ben, who shrug their shoulders, Huta takes a small step.

"The route to obtaining the explosives,"

I don't have any idea.

And then I had to talk to Lilac.

Though I glanced at the leader of the city's best chambers of commerce just in case, it seems that she didn't know anything about such things either.

After shaking his head, he went back to his usual pasta and played with his guests.

"It seems that there is a child who is being targeted. Around here."

"Oh, he's not feeling well, and I can take him back to the packing station... but we're gonna stick around tonight."

"I'll leave it to you. It's cute, but I prefer a little more style."

"Hey, Ben ~ n, don't you feel like loving a beautiful woman so much, you dead branch bastard?"

"Whoa, Bill Le, when you dictate, do you think of anyone but a woman you're going to love, Harlem bastard?"

"No, don't try to love me. Get the guards."

It is an unexpectedly stubborn lid.

What are you going to do if you like it in the first place?

I was sighing at the subtle, untrustworthy guard, but it was a pleasant story that he would stand guard this evening.

Looking back, a cute girl with bright orange hair tied together, with her nose running through her nose, laughs.

I still feel my cheeks are slightly red, but if you are still saying that I am fine, you should listen to me now.

Bill and Ben seem to be waiting by the wall.

The shop was supposed to be closed when the outlaws were taken out, but everything was decided in a word from Oyaji.

He said, "The kitchen is safe."

While sitting at a safe table or chair on her own free will and enjoying the chic facade of restarting her meal, she was able to say that the poet's girl who came to the opponent without moving into this situation and this scene had a nerve in her.

At a glance at her, Futa called out to Izna, who was nearby for a moment.

"So, what did she say?

"I don't really know. But, you know, I was just playing with you to keep quiet until the noise is over. Again."

"Okay."

I see, Futa nods.

It seems that playing with the softness of your cheeks is not because you have nothing mental about steel.

If you were looking at her and trying not to disturb the adult story, you should calm her down quickly.

Fortunately, the rest is about guards and shopkeepers.

Fouta and Izna's hands were already free.

"Can I have a moment?

"Ha, yes! Thank you for your help!!

"Oh, and I need to talk to you for a second."

Futa nods to her as she lowers her head again.

You can thank me. Nothing, I didn't do it just for her.

But what she mistook, she took out her dirty little wallet, weeping with tears.

"For now... this is the only way..."

"No, that's not it."

"That's right... 10 gallons is a lot of money for all of you..."

"Well, he's an interesting guy, isn't he?

Izna laughs next to Huta, who holds her hand as she gives out the coin while crying.

But 10 gallons.

There is a terrible gap between the beauty of her voice and the exchange of these words.

If you only get so much money from working as a poet, you are unhappy.

"Save those 10 gardos for when it's too late."

"... but that's not true. My body is worth ten gallons."

"If you're going to sell yourself, be a little confident... what's wrong with this kid..."

"Ah, if I could at least slit my throat and give it to you, I'd be thankful..."

"Ah, I'm pretty confident there."

"It's worth about 15 gallons."

"It's too humble!! Are you sure you want 15 gallons for a throat cut?

It is a lid with a head to know what to do.

I don't suppose that's how Izna liked it.

"I don't need to thank you. I just want to know why they were chasing me."

"Eh, you don't want to thank me...? You are my god...."

"What a pain in the ass!

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That's why they were chasing you!

"Finally, I understand....."

"I think the cause... is probably a song, God."

"No, I can't get through."

No, can you say that it passed?

Futa sighs at her mysterious sensitivity.

"I heard you sing a song about what happened in the South."

"Yes, that's right. It's the story of a nobleman who changed his mind!

"... I see."

Apparently, it is a definitive matter.

"Does the nobility have any influence in King's Landing?

"Come on....? He said" Baron. "

"Your title is low....."

The lid puts its hand on the chin.

Next to that, there was a girl with a little face.

"It stinks!

"Pasta. Are you sure?

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

In summary, this is what these two conversations look like.

I was wondering if I would jump into this topic from my own hand and get worn out. It is a false sister's claim that you are more anxious to leave it to me.

Futa, who doesn't make any noise, decides to leave the conversation to the pasta.

Except the poet girl who saw the pasta.

"Cute!!

And my eyes were shining.

After all, the gallbladder seems fat.

"Ah yes... can I keep talking?

"Eh, ah, yes! I'm sorry!"

"Didn't the followers recognize you? For example, they've been chasing me since I was in the county. I met him at another tavern."

"Eh, yeah, I don't think so! The square of King's Landing is my first encounter!

"I don't think it's necessary to make such an important memory of our encounter with them....."

"Then I'll forget!

"Be honest."

Huta was deeply anxious about her very existence as early as possible, but it was the same with pasta.

Sometimes the mask of pasta comes off subtly.

I felt like I wanted to fix the knot from behind secretly if there was any substance.

Of course, you're not really wearing a mask, so Futa has no choice but to stick her back slightly.

"Hmm... what?

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.

"Ah, ahaha... don't say the land..."

It looks like it's illuminated and appeals to "This is the land" by calling Futa, which is usually called "oniichan".

I am impressed that the maneuver is a good thing, but there it is.

Her surroundings did not seem to reveal her elements, relieved.

"It's not normal for someone who uses explosives to be relentlessly pursued the moment they meet. There is also risk management on the following side. I tried to catch you with explosives, valuable stuff, but... there's definitely something."

She thinks a little bit about the pasta gaze.

"... no way, I want the hidden power."

"I was going to tell you, but oneechan is crazy."

"Are you crazy!?

"Yeah, I know a crazy maid."

"Oh, my friends!

"That's a powerful, crazy maid. You're just crazy."

"Superior compatibility!

The collapsing girl.

"After all, I'm an 11-gard woman....."

"It looks like Oniichan raised the price of a gallon just now because he was confident in his body. That's good, oniichan."

"Yeah, she's crazy."

It is a lid that does not have the temper to shine.

"Well, that's it. I don't remember anything at all."

"Yes... I wonder if that hero wasn't so good... or if I'm crazy..."

"Ah, it hurts the ground."

Nevertheless, there is nothing in particular to follow.

After some thought, Futa raised her finger.

Well then. Can you sing me that hero song?

Huh?

I'll tell her with my face up.

Actually, that's all we have left.

There's something in her song, even if it's not Futa. If it triggers someone to notice something possible.

"It could be a clue."

"I see!!

That said, she grabbed Lute, who was sitting on the table.

"Leave it to me! Listen to me! I'm going to show you a song!

The voice is beautiful - but only the voice is beautiful.

The surrounding guests also turned to a clear and echoing voice.

A song to show. It is just the right wine dish.

Though I have some anxiety about my physical condition. Huta looked at her when she decided to quit and put her to bed at once.

Pay the ponytail and play the lute.

- Moments.

The air has changed.

"Eh...."

Rather than being tense. It's like domination.

The atmosphere that makes this space exclusive.

From the refreshing expression I just had, to the cold feelingless.

Then gently snap the lute and at the same time a slight change in expression changes to match the sound.

Pasta opened her eyes.

This only works with your lips.

The atmosphere of "art" where you can even speak up.

I can't distinguish between real and fake. A clear sign of "authenticity", even if she speaks like that.

"---That day, the sun was soft. The warmth of embracing the baby made everyone feel at rest."

Put the tone of the story on the melody.

The voice fills the world.

"No matter how evil I dye my hands. Whatever the pain. Though the sin cannot be wiped out, he is by no means evil. You're just dyed in evil. Then let us remove the evil. That's what pure white angels said."

"It's like an ugly canvas colored with grooves pulling out colors one after another - yes, angel kindness excluding evil from the baron's heart, as time rolls back. The hugged man burst into tears like a baby. If you're an ordinary man, you can only embrace the ugliness of an ugly, disobedient man, like a real angel."

"Oh, I have mercy on this day. The end of the story, the tail of the rainbow, smells of flowers and sunshine. I know what this Yang means. I'm sure it was her."

"This is the end of the hero. I don't know where that angel went. You don't have to know. But the warmth of the world will never go away - because she lives in this world. She lives in this world."

--Play the lute.

That hand stops.

And finally, the world moves.

The expression of the girl who was entrusted with the poem returned to her face and raised her face.

And he looked at everyone he was listening to and said with a smile.

"Please twist!!!!

"It's ruined!!!!!!!!!"

The lid accidentally pulls the table.

I didn't even have time to immerse myself in the finish.

"I see, they must have been unable to forgive you for your presence, they cannot allow you to smash such a beautiful song - you evil bastard!!

"Hmm!? That's why I was chased!? But if I don't get a twist, my total assets will be 36 gallons."

"Besides, you're selling it yourself!!!

Futa and the girl screaming.

Restore the air in the store, some laugh, others resent as much as Futa.

Looking at the narrow world, the pasta murmured.

"I'll correct it."

Behind the gaze is the "poet" girl.

"... you're crazy, but you're such a good singer."

Perhaps more than the song.

The singing itself is not strange enough for the other person's purpose.

Pasta took a step forward and packed 10,000 gallons into its dirty wallet.

"Nh!!!"

Seeing that moment, she raised her voice without a voice.

"- Angel!!

"Stop it, stop it. Don't line up with the presence that appears in your lyrics. You cheap bitch!!

"Anyway, this is 36 gallons."

"Stay out of the light!

I just found that much value.

Inside her snorting chest, the business that used her starts to assemble as soon as possible.

Though I'm a little crazy, there's nothing wrong with this beautiful voice.

I have a sense of lyrics. Too much.

If it's worth it, I wouldn't even be willing to stand up to the followers.

Meet the beautiful voices. It's not bad as an auction.

Pasta, with an unbelievable smile, exhales and peels off the rude woman trying to hold her.

Oneechan, what's your name?

"Oh, I didn't say that!

Even if she was a woman who'd forgotten her name.

If this voice is the cause of being chased.

"I'm Mirabelle G. Gringott!!

Hmm?

Fouta screamed.

"Anyway, it's because of your name!!!