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

--Climbroom Mansion.

The day after Fouta visited Pasta's house. Richter, who knew Huta was looking for him, decided to invite him in his spare time.

Sometimes it was about time, and today I finished my work in the office at home.

He stares at the materials that are being transported, and then goes from one to the next.

It feels good to watch the work, and the mountain of scroll that disappears from the stacked side seems to be placing snow on the iron plate.

"Let's try mixing up the work that we've done so far."

"Don't say such horrible things."

"No, I was wondering if I could get a day off without Richter noticing."

"... rest, huh?"

The brush does not rest while you move your mouth.

The work to be finished by the scheduled time is done, but we should finish what we can do first.

Because I don't know what kind of sidewalls can get in and interrupt the work.

"That's right. It's important to know what you're doing on holidays, even if it's worth it. Please skip Richter now."

"What do you mean?"

On a face-up Richter, the secretary in front of him puts his hands on a plate and leaves without expression.

"'Holiday? Ah, there was such a thing in the world"... and now I'm going to have a good time with you. "

Guu

Put on your butler's clothes and stretch out your white gloves.

As usual, this talented, silent subordinate plays with Richter without showing his emotions on his face.

"So it's important to take a break. So why don't you give it a try? Richter, what are you doing on holidays?"

"...... keh..."

Sword training, huh?

"... hmm. Well, that's not a bad answer."

She nods as she strokes her chin over the gloves.

Just turn your gaze to Richter.

"You do that every day, right?

Guu

"I mean, it's a habit that Mr. Prim forced you to wear."

Guu

"If you find out in a meeting place that the trigger is a woman who is not a guardian, is the opponent uncomfortable?

"Guu...."

Richter, who had finished his last job, gently left his brush behind and rang again.

Guu

"Yes, yes. Well, that's why I can't talk to Richter about meeting him."

"That's it?

It was a Richter who dropped his shoulders.

I decided to cancel the appointment at the end of the month because it was too blurry.

If you refuse the offer, you can have a holiday too.

"Don't bully me anymore...."

"No, isn't it not bad to sing occasional holidays?

"Even if you say so."

It's a vacation that's coming out. In the first place, I don't know why she just tried to cancel the meeting, but that's it.

I don't know the face because it is the usual thing.

It's a Richter with arms and ideas, but I don't think of the idea of a holiday.

After all, because I refused the meeting, I arranged some gifts for the other person's house, then took care of the case that had been put to sleep for a while, and then set the schedule with the aristocrats who had been consulting - so Richter looked at the secretary as he remembered.

"Speaking of which, Mion, what did you ask for?

"I'm not surprised to hear that word from the subject of holidays, but the information is here."

"It's too much to take care of."

Offered is the scroll Mion had from the beginning.

As the eyes go through, Richter's gaze gets sharper.

I see.

"Well, I don't suppose there's any other way."

……

Richter lays his eyes down gently and puts the scroll in the desk drawer.

"Okay, look into this a little bit more."

"Yes, we are currently investigating"

The report that Huta and the others had visited entered this room when they had finished communicating with their subordinates.

"--That's why I'm thinking of these three main points as a costume for pasta chin relaxing and rejuvenating."

"How many times can I get dressed during a concert?

"Yes, I was worried about what to do, but I wanted to change it to match the song."

"Except for the burden on his mind. Just check it out. Perhaps you'll understand after the hard work."

Yeah, I got it.

Gu, Mion and Huta shake hands hard together.

This combination is the most disgusting in this combination, and the gold of the devil sparkles in front of the distant Richter.

Do you shake hands with maids too?

"How did you come up with that idea, you evil bastard?"

"Kiyaku!

He was a maid of great evil who opened his eyes to surprise.

"But when I thought about the burden on her, I thought Huta would hate it."

"Really? Nothing. If he really hates it, he'll stop it."

"I see. I mean, if you're talking about pasta, you're looking forward to everything."

"I don't think so."

I don't know why I came to that conclusion.

At least she's pretty stoick about making money. In that case, it is Huta's judgment that it is better to follow up later than to lose the opportunity worried strangely.

"Here's how it works. But...."

"What's going on?

Mion stroked his jaw disturbingly and looked through the scroll at hand.

"Ah, do you care?

Well, if Mr. Mion is so worried...

It's Mr. Pasta's scale.

"Don't look!!!

Fufufu, Mion smiles happily.

What a devil! She looks down at the scroll as she looks at the warring fouta.

Sometimes I don't think this is a 14-year-old physique, but of course, the pasta itself looks through the scales.

It is really funny that her little writing contained a request for a small amount of style adjustment.

Because it is for children, there is no need to worry about it.

Kusa no Shiru

"Why are you bringing my teacup?"

"Maid, there's a kitchen there."

"I can't let you get rough on your own!

"It's not rude to make it rough. Drink up, and the princess will be happy to cheer you up too!"

"Do you have any tea to drink with your throat snorted?"

Soon after, Corona, who was gone, returned to the tray in one hand.

Serve tea for three and take one to the position behind Futa.

Every time, Richter lowered his eyebrows, saying that he would play a role as a maid.

The taste was certainly good, but I kept quiet because I was angry.

"--And, Futa. I heard you had something to say."

"Oh, yeah. Well, to put it bluntly, it's about Prim."

"... I see?

"I wonder what happened. Can't you see?

Well...

"Whoa, whoa."

Richter squeezed his shoulders with a firm expression.

I was surprised because I thought it would be a little more personal.

Huta rounded her eyes.

"It was nice, but I was the only one who thought you were really close?

"First of all, I want to say that it is wrong to include the guard and my husband as friends....."

For a moment, I shook my head in comparison to Huta and Corona.

That would be pointless to Futa.

"I see, let's not say that kind of stuff. Let's be clear, Fouta."

Oh, wow.

"Isn't it up to you to let this guy have a pigeon?

"... eh?

Richter stared straight at Futa, who looked up at her unexpected words.

The eyes have an unusual sharp and strong will.

Unlike martial arts tournaments, Futa knew him.

It's like once, when I was close to my first encounter, I held the lid for eight hundred years.

"I know what you mean. Sure enough, he put down his hatchet. With all that talent."

Ah.

"But it's up to us to spare it. Isn't it?"

"... that's..."

"If he doesn't think it's a pity - no, he's leaving a pigeon in the first place. You don't think so. Then your idea is just a push."

That's what I'm saying.

Hmm, Richter took a breath and sipped a cup of tea that was delicious enough to make him angry.

Feel the mellow in your mouth, close your eyes and swallow a few seconds.

Summarize the words, slowly. Point your tongue at Futa as a "nobleman".

"For someone who doesn't know him, he's just a cute seller, right?

"No, I think so."

"There are several charms of the Gladiator, but he is good at love. It is also said that it is easy for people to like it. If you have that talent, you can leave it behind and make it a fun seller - if someone makes you fall in love with it, isn't that happy?

……

"Is it him you're worried about? It's not for you? Are you trying to move just because you're unconvinced?

If you ask me.

There were several verses that came to mind.

Prim Lancaster. It is true that she and I have been at a loss on the day we met in Colosseum and chased to King's Landing.

Futa remembers that she helped a lot to save an important person behind her, who smelled the sun slightly without looking back.

And that game at the tournament. I know what it was like for her to come to the game. And it's not hard to imagine what it was like to lose.

So if they say they're moving to get their emotions in and get them up again, that might be true.

I didn't ask after all. "Want to pick up the spear again?"

I couldn't have asked. Anyway, if she asks me if I want to ask her will, there is nothing else to mouth about.

I understand.

But...

"But I wouldn't bother to come to Richter if I were really a good seller anymore."

……

If you raise your face, Richter will look a little bitter.

In response to that expression, Futa tells him what it means.

What she thought. What she was thinking.

And above all,

The feeling of being broken. As a person who has tasted it.

"I don't know. I don't know what to do. I was able to stop there. But he didn't. I think it doesn't suit me, and I try to give myself an answer."

……

It is not a question of whether the answer can be given.

Honestly, I don't even think so. Only one person, thrown into a completely different set of values, doesn't know what's right. You won't know until you taste that fear, which you later know was in the opposite direction when you rushed.

But, yes.

Richter's right.

If she can stop, she must have other talents, just laughing kindly and living by someone else's side as a lovely wife.

If she chooses the path, there is no reason for Fouta to retain it. Because I'm happy, too.

- It's just not true.

She is not trying to choose the path.

"The salesman's doing it because he probably couldn't stop. I heard what Richter said."

……

"I work hard to pick up all kinds of values myself. That guy. That's why I don't think it's a push to reach out."

I felt that Richter's eyes were slightly open.

I don't think it's a push to reach out.

That is Futa's value. As a result of reaching out, his hands are now holding someone's hand, even though they are hurt.

With eyes down on such proud hands, Futa laughed loosely.

"Besides"

"... and what?"

What about you?

His eyes caught straight.

In a slightly upset color, Futa didn't hesitate to bump into the words.

"What did you think, 'Fouta beat Iroon with a sword'?"

"... or what?"

"Oh, I want to know if the guy who spits that word honestly thinks, 'I just want to be a sweet wife.'"

I remained silent for a while.

Breathe out.

When she noticed, she gently put the teacup back into the saucer and looked up at the ceiling.

What do you think?

"Is that something to do with this story?

"You're sure it's there. Why do you think they're out of bed nets? Don't you have what he gave you? If there's nothing I can do... I'll keep that idiot with me."

"One, you're mistaken."

While staring at the ceiling, Richter murmured.

Misunderstanding.

Without knowing what it meant, Futa talked slightly.

Richter filled that void.

"I am noble." Because I felt gratitude for someone, and I took revenge. I can't live emotionally enough to move for that reason. And above all, the more you do something than get something. I don't think it's a very equivalent exchange. "

"... I see."

If you ask me, yes.

Richter is a "nobleman." It is also a nobleman that everyone admires and admires.

The virtue was not convincing either because it was clearly seen at the tournament or at the party.

There are an overwhelming number of applications. So is that.

I'm sure Prim is annoying enough.

It is not hard to imagine that there will be more eye spills even if you were doing one good thing at a time.

Well, sure. Even the "aristocrats" and Futa may have different values.

Yes, Fouta smiled at herself with mockery.

"... I..."

However, Richter murmured.

"I thought it was bullshit, like fighting a sword."

Richter, aren't you having fun fighting the sword?

Return your gaze from the ceiling to the foot.

Something softer in those eyes than before.

"Mr. Richter."

"Don't get me wrong. Just thinking about it a little bit. Ultimately, it is the people who decide. Not me."

"Yeah, but..."

"... the loss of gladiators is a loss of the arena."

Hmm, snorting at him, Futa laughs.

The girl behind Richter stared at him with an expression similar to envy and intoxication.

All right, Futa nods.

"Well, that's enough to ask."

I see.

It's not like I'm going to do anything now.

However, the energetic mind and body were exhilarating to do something.

There is no doubt that this was a fruitful conversation.

Whether Richter has a job or not, Huta stands up.

And Richter opened his mouth as he remembered.

"That's right. It has nothing to do with this story."

"Hmm? What?

"There must have been a jeweler I met at the last party."

"Oh, Richter's friend."

"I'm not your friend... have you heard from him?

"Contact?... No, they haven't come. Speaking of which, it was supposed to be a jewelry deal."

"Oh, I thought I was sending you jewels or asking you to schedule a date, because he's a flawless man."

Hmm, Richter puts his arms together.

Without understanding the meaning of this conversation, Huta leaned her neck.

Because that's right. I don't suppose you want to make a pipe between Futa and the jeweler.

There may be a reason for having his shoulders, but it's not like I bothered to ask Futa directly. It's not that I'm clever.

What's the matter, Mr. Richter?

"No... I haven't been in touch with him lately."

Eh?

"I hope you're not in trouble."

Behind Richter's difficult face, Mion groans.

"Running away at night....."

"No, no, I don't want to think about it!

Nobles are tough. I think it's like other human resources.

"Well, if you get in touch, Richter will be quick... but if you get in touch with me first, I'll let you know."

"Thank you. There's plenty of other cases."

"I see....."

It was then. A sudden visitor who was told by the chamberlain who visited the room.

The Marquis of Bonless Hammot was reported to have come here in a heartless manner.

"... huh?

"No, I don't think so. I don't know what to do!

"He is him, and there are some good things about him. It's the same as the prime."

"Seriously...."

Do you treat Primes the same way as Boneless Hammotto?

Richter stood up hopelessly with a fought lion around him.

"You were right to clean up a little bit of work, Mion."

"Shall we go back like a billiard, that pig?"

"You really don't like ham moths..."

Oh my God, drop off Richter who's going out on a sigh.

Fouta and Corona looked at each other and laughed.

Good for you, Futa-sama!

"Well, I guess I should have liked it. I'm worried more and more."

"That's right. That's it. I can handle it!

I smiled at her with my tongue and said, "Well, let's go home."

The two of us spent another pleasant time in the carriage with that and that - we finished the day.

Hekuchi.

Hekuchi.

... Keho.

Kahu...

"Ah... is that so...?