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

--Wangdu Noble Street. Gringott Mansion.

Close to sunset.

Gracial G. Gringott, a leading nobleman, also worked in government, as did Richter L. Klimbroom.

Unlike Sir Richter, who is the treasurer, he is in charge of welfare.

Previously, for example, when he hired many workers for the construction of the spectacular cluster, he was in charge of jurisdiction over the provision of temporary housing.

Regardless of what kind of political opponent does, if you imitate just pulling your feet against what is progressing as a prescribed matter, it will lead to just strangling yourself.

That was why the house for daily workers was assembled with the budget sent by the Secretary of the Treasury and turned into a simple hotel during the tournament.

I was able to earn quite a bit, and now the house serves as a working-class residence.

Gringott also has jurisdiction over medical care in the Kingdom, and he gives instructions on where to send healers traveling around the region.

Richter would be overwhelmed by the business, but the breadth of his work was Gracial's.

"- The princess talks about music?

Gracial raised his face because of the human dialogues he came to contact.

Essentially, it is unusual for someone to go to any report with a hassle and without even looking at him.

Lift up the pale hair and dry the scrolling ink spread out at the garden table.

Located in the courtyard.

This sunny spot is his proud garden, where rare and beautiful plants are gathered.

Unlike Richter, who roams the desk and does his work, Gracial's efforts to enjoy his daily work are indispensable.

Around that area, I could say the difference in nobility.

"... I see. Have you put restraint on court musicians? Well, I don't mind. It is also true that the opera has failed..."

Think about it a little.

"Try to get in touch with me as soon as you hear from me. Perhaps it will help us overcome our disadvantages."

The princess also seems to be using Spectacular instead of Fighting the Sword.

Nothing in itself means a lot, but whether you succeed or fail, until the time comes to fulfill your purpose.

"But a concert?"

I don't know what you're going to do, but Gracial put a cheek wand on it.

What kind of performance do you intend to play without even using a court musician?

Are there also excellent musicians in the wild?

I don't know what Richter is thinking.

But Gracial couldn't think of a single candidate for the field for music.

― ― "Canteen (Taberna)" Lute.

Even on a day when there was a lot of noise, the sleeping demon attacked everyone who had been drinking and pulled the curtain.

The "Taverna" lute did not leak into the example, and the customers who enjoyed the events of today until just before the closure of the restaurant left the shop one after the other in order to get to the floor.

What was left were mostly noisy people, except Bill and Ben's guards, who were packing up for a secondary raid.

That is, the owner and his daughter Aneze.

Motsuke and Izuna, Futa and Pasta.

And the Mirabel in question. It is also called a problem child.

Mirabel leaned his neck and said, "I don't think so. It was the weather, but there it was.

Either way, multiple causes of the target have emerged.

And the fact that the other party was more intransigent than imagined.

The guards were anxious to leave everything to them, and Izna and the others were slowly picking an appetizer in the store.

Huta sat badly on her back of the chair, staring at the girl with a smile in front of her.

"I want to!

Pasta with a smile was there.

Words coming out of my mouth are noisy.

"Isn't that nice? I think it's so cute!!

"Thank you! I feel like I'm in the middle of other people's affairs with shame, and I think it would be easier to have a second personality!

"Don't say such harsh things....."

Place one hand on your hips and sign the piece next to your eyes.

If she didn't know what was inside, she would look like a very cute girl with a smile, and Futa would just stare at something pathetic.

It is Mirabelle who praises next to her.

A lute is held in his hand, and his hand is away from the string just as he finished playing a song.

In fact, her performance was an astonishing word.

Just now, Pasta leaked a story about an entertainment at Spectacular Club and asked me to try playing it.

I started playing lute in a flash from a fluffy request to make a cute girl feel attractive, and said, "This is how it is! At that moment, the shop was wrapped in boulders.

"Make music and I'll get paid! How happy you are! I am the happiest man in the world!

"Well, that's good."

"With this money you can make lots of happy people!

"Well, 36 gallons, you're sliding, right?

Happy Mirabelle 36 gallons.

Well, I'm sure you can buy as many women as 36 gallons if you pay for the music.

"How many of you are there?"

"Should I stay alone...?

"Congratulations..."

If you open your mouth, it will look like this.

I'm sorry for her beauty, and I don't know why I have to feel that way about Mirabelle herself.

It was a vain infinite loop.

Close to the dropping lid.

Izna, who was watching the scene with her feet together, smiled gladly at the two of them on the improvisation stage.

"Ahahah! That's good! My sister is so cute, I wouldn't complain to you!

"Well... is that so?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. It's probably too late for that. He's more popular than the champion."

"Wow, that's a rap."

"That's how you talk. Music is only first-rate."

I told you.

The cute little sister who sings and dances (fake) was certainly a smile for Izna. What makes him really in a good mood is when he hears something really good to play.

Her beautiful voice in the melody is also a word of driftstone.

Rather, I don't want to hear Mirabelle's voice that doesn't match the tone.

"If you go with the lyrics, it's like this, the spectrum - wow, wow! Are you sure you want to scroll through the score? Not the beach!?

"Aren't you barren?

"I can't remember because it disappears from where I wrote it. If you keep writing, the place you just wrote will disappear this time! Ahahahah!

I'm sure you will.

"As a result, everything was exposed to the waves and nothing remained. I forgot what songs I wrote every day!

"Did you do that every day?

You're lying, and you're fighting.

"No, but you're really good at singing and lutting..."

"What's wrong? Hold your head. Hah... maybe Mr. Fouta has the same roughness."

"Don't come with me. I don't want to be with you."

Write a spectrum every day on a beach where you know what's sad and disappears.

Could it be some kind of torture at the earliest?

"--By the way, the kingdom has torture that makes you go mad by writing sentences and erasing them."

"Maybe he's torturing himself a little bit.

"What do you make yourself vomit?

Fake brothers and sisters look at Mirabelle with their gaze at creepy things.

She leaned her neck properly.

"Because music is fun."

But in that one word.

Just a few moments, Izna's eyes opened.

"Even though I knew it would disappear, I didn't have anything else to write about. The only moment I'm waking up on the spectrum is when there's definitely music. It's only fun at that time, so that's fine."

In the store, it was quiet for a moment.

"... I see."

The pasta grunted small.

Oh, my God. It is true that she may be a little strange.

It's just a little weird.

It's just that you are such an innocent genius who sincerely confronts what is called music and never forgets its essence, pleasure.

With the exception of one word of pasta, Mirabelle looked around in the air that nobody emitted anything.

"Well, I didn't mean to say another gag."

"It seems like you're the premise of a gag slipping."

The corners of her mouth were also slightly loose.

I hope you enjoy that moment.

Because she thinks so from the bottom of her heart, her performance will resonate with the hearts and minds of people.

"Should I enjoy that moment?"

"Master?"

"No... that's what I thought."

Isna must have been the one who got the most of those words.

I used to really enjoy fighting the sword.

Since when, painful things have turned into painful things.

No more room, no more pleasure.

The vagueness of just waving a hammer axe is bitter even now.

Only if it is.

I envy that purity terribly.

"Well, it's fun. And the next game."

I don't know when it will be.

But the sword. Fighting should be enjoyed.

Yes, Izna thought.

"Oneechan's stance is clear! --Well then, thank you again!

"Heh? Hello, from now on!? Does that mean I'm hired!?

"Yeah, I wonder if there's a reason why I shouldn't..."

In trouble, Pasta laughed.

This leisure where pasta sings and dances, which started a while ago.

I wasn't playing with shame at all.

She doesn't have such a steel mental.

For example, if you want to guess the strength of a girl named Mirabelle G. Gringott.

It seems like pasta is not even willing to sacrifice itself for this.

"If I sign the right contract, I'll make you work like a slave...."

A knife pierces the pasta's forehead whispering.

"What are you talking about?"

"Chi."

There was a lot of talk.

Pasta itself, a type that respects talent. Don't be reluctant to pay. However, there are many other ways to do it.

For example, it is forbidden to perform outside of spectacular clubs. Deduction from her request to play. The fee for her music.

I can think of as many ways to make money as I can.

It's just...

"Another song because I'm hungry!

While people were talking, she started playing loud and flashy on her own.

Futa didn't think it was right to "tie it up".

"Whatever, pasta. You can also draw spectrum. I can play so well. Honestly, I don't think I'm a complainless person."

"If you don't complain, I do."

"I'm sorry, I had one."

Nonsense.

The dumb side of Mirabelle lies behind the two of them.

A glimpse of her gentleness and beauty while playing the lute. ― ― If the melody stops, I think that tragic side will come out of my face, and I want to exhale one of the sighs.

"But that's right. I look forward to the upcoming spectacular!

Not just the entrance song, but there will be more fun in that arena. Above all, I can't wait.

Just, yeah.

"... your concert first."

"You remembered..."

"That's right. You're the one who's been dancing."

Not to mention her face, which dyes black.

It was decided to adopt Mirabelle here.

Futa thinks for a moment and thinks about another concern - being chased.

"Mirabelle... what are we going to do now? You're going home?

"Home?"

Tightly, the music is over.

Mirabelle leans her neck, and Futa nods.

No way, what is home? I'm not going to be asked.

"It's Gringott's house. You're back from the county, aren't you?

"Ah, I see! You're asking me if I'm going back to Gringott's house!?

"That's right!

Why do you bother to check it?

Mirabelle laughed at the question mark.

Make it nice, too. Ahahahahaha.

"Ahahah, I'm being accounted for!

That's why I don't have a home.

Yes, she told her in an atmosphere that was not particularly troublesome.

Watch out for Fouta and Pasta.

She leaned her neck to the point where she didn't know how to feel, but Izna put her arms together with a difficult expression.

The owner of the store who was listening to the conversation said, "Then stay for a while" and left with great fortitude.

"Eh!? Can I live here!? Wow, it's been a long time since I slept on the roof!!

I didn't like the feeling of intimacy.