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

― ― The upper level of the imperial city interior.

Located on the 7th floor higher than Huta's private room, the hallway is constructed to be externally attached to the tower.

Draw a smooth curve into a circle. The shape of just the circle was suitable for looking out at the scenery.

Fouta was carrying her feet to the seventh floor at the station that day.

Someone else didn't call me.

It was simply a form of going out when I heard that the searcher was in this place.

The man he was looking for was Sir Treasury Richter L. Klimbroom, and apparently he went the wrong way.

If you ask the Chamberlain, it will be over soon, but there are spiders.

This man, in the form of an infinite amount of spare time, somehow felt like he wanted to carry his feet to the seventh floor today, such as salt plum.

There is no higher structure in this kingdom than the royal castle.

It meant preserving the royal majesty and sitting at the center of the landscape - above all, to protect itself from external enemies.

It was originally a city that could be a battlefield, and it was built as a castle fortress city.

Among them, the royal castle was built with a thorough budget as the last defense, and it was difficult to attack and easy to protect the royal road.

From that background, the view from the seventh floor was remarkable.

Just look down a little and you can see clearly what people do on Main Street.

On the seventh floor of the royal castle, I was able to capture to some extent where there were shops, even though they were so high that they were not comparable to a mere house.

The more I look at Futa, the more I can see if I know her.

I decided to come back when I circled around with such a stunning view.

It was then that he was walking slowly.

Contrary to the spectacular view of the left hand, which was mainly looking at the eye.

In other words, indoors on the axis of the tower.

A man appeared from a heavy, double-opened door.

"... Master Futa?"

"Oh, Mr. Bisied."

Faced blonde armor knight loosens Futa's expression.

Similarly, Bisied smiled loosely and seemed to be having trouble laughing.

"What's going on?

"No matter what happens, no matter what. Only those who have business with His Majesty are here. When I look at the freedom of walking and fashion, there's something I think about."

Is that so? I didn't know. "

"No... there's no need to be apologized for. There is no law that prohibits entry."

Loosely, Bisied shook his head and looked back at the door that had just come out.

There were two sentries standing there without breaking their serious expressions.

That place they protect is the entrance to the King's office.

If they tried to get in there, the soldiers would stop Futa on the boulder... but Futa is no longer well known as a guest of Lilac.

Instead of being in such a place, I was in a position to let myself in with a face pass, but instead it was a form of vengeance.

In the first place, if ordinary people try to step into the royal castle on their own, they can't even reach Futa's private room.

"But now that I know, I can't stay much longer."

"No need for discipline.... so what can I do for you?

"Oh, no, I'm here to find Richter."

"... yourself?

"It's not like we're running out of time."

The reward for words that can gradually be taken is because they don't speak well to each other. I'm not in a bad mood, and this is enough for both of us.

The evidence is that there continues to be light verbal reward that doesn't seem uncomfortable.

On several occasions since the first encounter, the two people who benefited from the opportunity to face each other were quite close to each other.

I don't have such feelings for Bisiedo as Futa, but Bisiedo cared for me.

Once asked, he said he was glad to have Lilac and Huta, like Bisied for the King.

Futa was never a Knight of Lilac (...), but Bisiedo could understand that trusting more than a Knight was something he had seen since childhood.

"Nothing to do?

"Well, is that so? Everything I can do is gone....."

Oh, my God.

We're a little stuck with plans to boost Spectacular Clubs, which Futa should do everything in her power to do right now.

The concert of Pasta (9), which aims to fill the void in order to break the current situation where the gladiator himself is insufficient for the main purpose of fighting the sword.

And the homework of finding a player for the "music" requested by Lilac.

I certainly found someone who could satisfy both of them...

--Do you remember when Mirabelle G. Gringott first came to the dining room (Taberna) and fell down?

Apparently, even though it was a big hassle at that time, it didn't seem to have returned to the normal state at all, and he fell back and fell and still couldn't get up again.

I'm glad I found it, but if the man can't move, he won't.

At this unspeakable progress, Futa can't do anything but look up to heaven.

To look up to heaven, it is a fine day.

I looked out from the hallway with my distant eyes.

"Is there a limit to what any person can do alone?"

"It's not such a big deal...."

Hmm, Bisiedo strokes his jaw with his hands wrapped around his nails.

You don't have to seriously think about it, but when he lowered his eyebrows, he asked as he remembered.

Speaking of which, you said you were looking for Lord Richter.

"Oh, I need to ask you something."

I see.... how do you relate to him?

"Relationship with Richter...?

When asked by Bisiedo, who looked a little difficult, Huta thought.

What is the relationship between Richter L. Klimbroom and Futa?

Uuuuuuuuuuu

The encounter wasn't a bummer.

No, it was better than that.

Whether you're in trouble or not, I'm lucky to have nothing to do with it!

"Please, if Lilac gets in trouble with something like my lack of sociability, I want to die!

Something like that and nothing! Now! The lack of sociability is seeping!! This is it!

Still, before I knew who he was.

No, I wonder what. I don't think that's the maid's standard. "

The standards around me have become this. It's just a nightmare. "

"Thank you. I'd appreciate it if you stopped the blondes before I prepared the handkerchiefs."

"I'm sorry, I want this kid to live as free as possible."

"Die."

"Eh... giggle, huh?

... yeah, I think he's a good person.

Yes, Fouta concluded.

It's just...

Yeah, just...

I also know that this is the kind of man who truly thinks of the country, thinks of someone, and saves people with the rights of the noble.

"... at least I think I'm a friend."

I see. Friends, huh? "

I see, Bisied nodded to make sure the sounds of the sounds.

"I don't have many friends from the beginning, and I don't know what they think."

"You'll be free for what you think."

Fu, Bisied laughs.

He kept trying to fill the gap between birth and death.

"Can I ask what happened to the friend?

"Oh, nothing..."

Yeah?

Trying to say it doesn't matter.

Fouta glanced at Bisied and stuck her words for a moment.

Nothing, I didn't try to say anything rough, I realized later that it wasn't the right word to point at him, or I lost my word in Bisied's face.

Simply staring at a person named Bisied from top to bottom, I thought.

I wonder if this is what Huta wants to ask Richter right now.

"No, I wanted to ask Richter, but can I ask Bissiedo?

"To me? I don't mind."

He wears arms wrapped in armor.

It's not like it's musculoskeletal, but I'm sure it's been properly trained, because it's wearing armor.

His large armor moves naturally as if it were his natural body, despite the fact that unsuitable armor significantly impedes a person's movement.

I'm sure he has experience in the battlefield.

"I can't say it well... that's right. There was a guy who broke his will to keep fighting the sword he loved. I just don't know if it's right to undo it."

"... hmm, I see."

I know you're going to be her and move on.

However, there was only one thing I was concerned about Futa.

That's what you're putting down.

Isn't that the answer? Some people thought so.

Words exchanged and troubled me.

I think we should leave the rest to her.

However, it was also true that I was concerned.

Bisied nodded one after thinking for a while.

As a prerequisite, and then cut out.

"I don't like fighting swords very much."

"... is that it? The sword is not a game."

"I'm not going to say that strongly. I know that there is a culture of" fighting ". Culture means that there are people there who want to fight the sword. I'm not going to deny it to them.... but for me, after all, the sword is only a tool for killing."

He put his hand gently on the pattern of the dagger on his waist, and said.

"So I want you to think that you can't just talk about fighting the sword."

"Oh, okay."

Bisied nodded to Futa and continued.

"I was just watching your game. That's why I heard about you."

In other words, Huta is convinced that it is the semi-finals.

Before fighting Lilac, Futa exposed her past to the public.

It certainly meant that, and I never regret it now.

With Fouta's straight eyes, Bisied lowered his temper slightly.

"--I thought I broke my heart with you once."

"....."

With a deep smile of age, Bisied tells Futa to gently teach.

"I don't like" fighting the sword. "Maybe you can't face it from the front for some reason. I didn't think I could reach the person - I might have relied on someone. Just..."

It's hard to put it into words, but he laughs.

"For example, if you face someone with the same thoughts. I'm sure the person who broke his heart and quit the" fighting sword "has the same feelings as you once had.

"--Just like when I broke my heart."

I didn't know what to do.

There was no answer to the world I had seen.

The world cleared up because Lilac was there and Corona was there.

I don't have to prepare that "someone."

Ask yourself if you can understand one end of her feelings.

Thank you, Mr. Bisied.

"Nothing to worry about. It's an old man's sermon."

I think you're still 40 or something.

Sort of.

I thanked Bisied for raising his mouth.

Futa herself feels a little clearer.

I think it's good to talk to Bisied.

If Bisiedo is a big problem for Huuta, the answer is no.

However, if he is a knight who has supported the King, he is the senpai of Huta who wants to support Lilac.

We may have a leader who should be respectful.

It was then that I felt thankful and put my hand on my chest.

"Yes, Futa. By the way, Pasta, what's the date for the pasta concert?

"What did you just say?

--The pasta house.

"The King's Knight (...) was expecting."

"What do you mean?"

A sneaky expression of pasta groaned.

Changing from the blue sky, the lovely thin pink room is the boss's myroom of the Chamber of Commerce, which can't be pushed.

Recently, it has been almost instructed, and the majority of new businesses are spectacular work, but that's it.

"No, no, no. Where's Reef?

"There's nothing I can do. I'm watering the flowers."

"I see... but you're watering it."

"Compared to a 36-gard woman, everybody has an advantage."

"That's terrible."

Fouta, who had not caught Richter, was coming to Pasta's house with his feet.

The house of the earliest known man.

I was in close contact with her as the keyman of Spectacular.

Now, why is that pasta so sneaky?

On the scroll offered, the lid slowly passes through.

It was a fairly large score that could not be seen from passing through.

And maybe one person who can prepare the score at this time.

Pasta murmured in astonishment.

"He was happy to write the score on the hospital bed."

"Nnakoshi, you can't fix it."

"Rather, it's getting hot."

"Isn't that stupid?

I appreciate that, but it only adds to your guilt if you break your body. It's rather annoying.

Together, they sighed loudly.

Me, 36 gards, and a similar whisper to the curse, Huta returns the scroll to her.

Then she got up from the sofa and went to her desk.

As it was too late to gaze, Futa greeted the teddy bear left on the sofa.

"How are you today?

Although there is no reply in particular, he (?) is no longer a good friend of mine.

"... yes, just in case"

Hmm?

and.

Another scroll was offered to her when she returned.

Now I can even read it on the foot.

"... what is this?" Pasta-chan, slow and annoying "?"

"This is for kids!! Yes, it's for kids, so it's not too late at night, but it's evening because of my parents' work!! Concerts are hard, so concerts!! That's it!!"

"No, I didn't say anything."

Lift her face up and see her with her cheeks dyed bright red.

I read the promotional poster as I was still impressed that it was a stretched job.

Although the schedule was not fixed, it was stated that it would be executed before the season.

This is a hand that I used during the Martial Arts Games, and it is the usual practice to send some promotions out of soft information.

Originally, of course, there was a timing when the exact date could not be set.

"Are you already spreading this?

"Almost everywhere I can stick it within my budget. So, I'm investigating the reaction....."

But?

When I looked at the place where I was holding my head, I wondered if it didn't work out, but I leaned my neck.

"... big deal. Pre-sale enquiry killed."

That's a good thing.

"Why do you get so much attention in the real world!!!

"Hmm...."

"Do you look like you're nine years old!!!! Do I look like I'm nine years old!!!!"

"Say it yourself....."

In fact, the song is also being composed well.

The costume is stretched out by the general mion (some idiot).

Lilac is also making preparations for this project with enthusiasm, and it seems that the outer moat is completely buried if we can attract customers now.

It's bad for her to go mad, but Futa puts it in front of her.

I'm glad you're here.

Yes, from the front. For a moment, she dyed her face bright red, but hit the bear at hand and screamed.

"That would be for Spectacular!!

Huta, who had caught the stuffed animal at risk, said.

"Hey, don't be so rough on Randy."

"Please don't name me!!!!!!!!!!"