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

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

The room was quiet.

The deepest part of the castle. A less popular hallway away from home.

In rooms with bad sunshine, there is always some shadow.

However, there is no such tranquility today.

Rather, the room on this day was cold enough to think that it was still busier in an unmanned room.

There is no maid who usually runs around the room noisily.

No young man sits on a sofa and brews bad tea.

The owner of the room sat deeply on the desk chair.

He was putting his hands together in front of his face, staring sharply at the door and thinking.

I see, I see.

Her cool and heavy voice echoed in a room where even the rainy Shizukushi were reluctant to keep quiet.

The corner of his mouth hangs unaware.

Her eyes narrowed even further and she just stared into the sky in a room where there was no one else.

"Apparently, there are people in my King's City who like it a lot."

I don't intend to spend much time identifying the junkie.

Find it immediately and dispose of it before it is noticed by many.

She has a scroll that sneezes like a crush on her hand to set the policy for the future.

There was a report that Sir Roosevelt's house had been blown up.

It was the name of a man who was about to send a jewel to Futa.

--Inside the Imperial City. Private room in Corona.

"No... I don't know where Mirabelle is."

I see. Do you have any idea? If Lute goes this morning, he'll be gone. "

"What about Mr. Oyaji?

He said, "I didn't even see him."

Hmm, Futa puts her arms together.

If Corona and Lilac were here at this time, they could give me one of their wisdom.

At last, I was able to sleep properly, and I was busy with my body, and I was able to lend a hand to the boulder.

I have no choice but to think for myself. Sometimes I turn my head and say something constructive without their help.

Oddly enough, it could be called a tribute to Corona's fallen injury.

"I don't know, Mirabelle's room wasn't completely vandalized, was it?

"Oh, the guards were supposed to be watching, and I'm running around looking for them."

"I suppose it would be better not to look in this situation...."

Bill and Ben are a little sympathetic to each other at this point in time.

"If it wasn't for an amazing assassin, the kidnapping line might be thin.... ah, where's Lute?

"The shop?

"No, Mirabelle had it."

"Ah... I don't know, it's gone."

"Well then... is it possible that you left on your own?

"I wonder why the kidnappers went out of their way to bring Lute. I see."

I didn't think about it, and Izna's sleeve was pulling with loneliness.

Apparently she was thinking the same thing.

Motsuke is stupid, but considering the possibility that it was done in, it is a pitiful story in the middle.

"King's city is wide and insecurity is terrible. If Mirabelle accidentally stepped in, there's a lot of danger. ― ― Izna

"I know. I'm not really busy. Well, I'm going to make money on my feet. Fortunately."

Put your hands on your pure white head.

"Some of them are useful."

……

And he turned to Futa, and behold, his chest was stiff.

Having said that, it seems that it is strangely burning its rivalry against Futa.

It's nothing but a smile.

"Well, I guess that's good...."

In fact, if these two are looking for it, it will not be difficult to do so.

"- Yeah?"

I noticed strange signs of almost all three at the same time.

Otherwise, it's not like someone attacked us, we were surrounded when we realized it, or we had a hostile gaze.

The outside is scrambling. Specifically, hallways and beyond.

The sound of running around with a stick, and the voices of the men who hang with it and with it.

Izna raised her eyebrows surprisingly and immediately opened the door, exchanging a word or two with the waiter who had been holding back.

So I came back and told them.

Somehow, it seems that the noble house was blown up.

"That's not an easy thing to say!?

"He said the guards were going to push him away to keep him alert."

"Guards...?

Guard. Its substantive top is Lilac.

Exactly as though the King was in possession of the rope, but the real power was already in her hands. -That's right.

The guards are moving, which means Lilac's permission is granted.

The aristocratic mansion was blown up. The credibility of the information is greatly enhanced in the lid.

"What's going on?"

"No, the guards are on the move, so Bill and Ben might turn to you. Find a Mirabelle, maybe a few more people."

"Really?"

The search for a girl who was lying on her back and whose case was not clear so far.

A case of a royal aristocratic mansion that was clearly attacked.

It is self-evident which should take precedence.

"Well, if we're running out of people, there's only one thing we can do."

"Master, what is it?

"Good luck."

I see.

Laughing faintly, Izna turned her back on Fouta.

It seems that it is time to leave the room.

"Be careful, Izna. I've never heard the Mansion blow up."

"Rest assured, Futa. They blew us up yesterday."

He nodded slightly with a reliable smile just in front of the bombed wall.

Huta doesn't want to move with a corona in this state.

Izna is Izna and will follow this stinking situation.

Even if there were places that I could not reach alone, I felt the thankfulness of having someone I could cooperate with.

I'm worried about Mirabelle, but the aristocratic mansion was blown up.

I wondered if Richter would be ok. It was a lid that narrowed a little.

--Izna left for a while.

The room was filled with relaxed and quiet air.

I am worried. But for now, there is no sudden change.

The girl who sleeps gently and peacefully breathes constantly, and her chest doesn't seem to be in pain either.

From that calm expression, you can see that you are well asleep.

If I gently put my hand on my cheek, I still have a fever.

However, it was found that Izna was able to rest so slowly that it was not comparable to before the break-ins.

Slowly lowered her throat and placed a cool cloth on her forehead.

I asked the Chamberlain to change the barrel earlier, so we should be getting cold well water again soon.

"Along with the fever, we have to do something about sweating."

If you don't wipe it regularly, your health will get worse.

However, there was a conflict.

How many people are aware of her skin?

Huta knows that there are many old wounds under this garment.

She wouldn't be very welcome to be seen by Futa, but she was also reluctant to ask someone she didn't know.

While thinking about what happened, she gently stroked her soft cheeks.

If you gently rub it with your fingertips like mercy, your cheeks will push your fingers back with elasticity.

That little jerk is usually close to playing with the two of us.

I want you to get better soon. Simple feeling in a word.

However, I had some thoughts.

― ― In the first place, when it comes to longevity, is it just to get rid of the signs and tricks of magic? and.

Fouta doesn't know magic.

I don't know the details.

However, Motsuke did say, "I sensed signs of magic."

If it is a magic that erodes its lifespan, is it coming from inside the corona? If we can get rid of it so easily, we'll never get past it.

Motsuke may have more power than you can imagine.

So convinced, Huta glanced towards the door.

Signs of people.

While responding to the slight knock, Huta noticed.

This knock is different from the previous chamberlain. Lilac, no hesitation or no.

Only one person applies.

On the open door, Futa smiled softly.

Ah, Lila after all.

"After all, you noticed the knock."

The girl who smiled at the cage took a breath when she gently placed the bucket she was holding at the foot of the lid.

I need to talk to you for a second.

"Hmm? What's wrong?

A technique that plays with the signon of the head. Is it not well connected?

Huta waits for her words as she lowers her suspicion that the work is cute.

Lila took a breath and told her straight.

"The princess seems a little busy."

"Ahh... you're making a scene in the hallway?

"Including that, right? So I'm sorry I couldn't come to Corona's sympathy."

"Oh, no. I can't help it. Instead of Lilac, I'm with you. Tell him not to worry."

"... I see. Thank you very much."

In trouble, she smiles.

So, for her to keep talking, this was the "story."

"There's one thing I need to check. Please answer honestly."

Ah, ahh

Her Majesty's gaze was like that of her. Unexpectedly, if Huta nodded, she would just nod that it was okay.

"--the chief court magician said, 'If she were a princess, she would be looking into Corona.'"

"Ah, ah. He said that he might be hitting his hand."

"I understand."

"... is that something awkward?

"No... I don't know what to ask the princess."

That's true, too.

Huta laughs at once.

Strangely, I thought it was not strange that Lila had gained a lot of trust from Lilac.

Maybe he's also listening to the intent of this question.

Just a careful Lilac. One person is convinced that he/she will not do so much to the boulder.

"That's right, Lila. I want to ask you one thing too."

"What is it?

"Are you... close to Corona?

"Eh...."

What suddenly, her eyes round.

A girl gently strokes her lips and sleeps softly before swimming her gaze. There seems to be no sign of waking up.

"Ah, sorry. Give me a break."

"Er... I'm not really close..."

I dyed my cheeks a little and pressed them against my mouth and hesitated.

"... I don't know what she thinks..."

Her eyes did not go with the fouta or the corona, and she kept pointing towards the emptiness.

"I'm a few friends... so... I guess not..."

"Is that a conflict?

"Hmm, what are you trying to say!?

"This place is really different from Lilac's, Lila."

"Phew...!?

Lila was struck by cursing chatter that seemed to be laying on the outside of her heart, and Lila was silent.

Futa, who doesn't understand her mood at all, points to Corona with her palm.

A troublesome smile doesn't make fun of Lila, it's just a color that cares about the corona.

"Can you wipe your sweat? I'll do it, and the other chamberlains will do it... and I'm sure they'll resist."

"... oh, is that so?"

Half-eye. Red tide.

I don't know why you can look at me like that - but my friend laughs bitterly at me to keep his chest up.

This lira is also a maid Lilac trusts.

You will never tell a lie.

"Well, please. I'll wait outside for a while."

"Yes, sir. I can hear you at a strange time."

"Call me when it's over!?

Fauta dropped her shoulders like she was tired, with a lewd smile like a reflex.

He said to himself that all the maids he was involved with were strong children, and he went out slowly.

"... well..."

Turn around, the girl still sleeping.

Her eyes sharpened to tear apart the maid's wrinkles, whispering gently as she took off Corona's clothes.

"Whoever it is"

She already understood.

This state of Corona is due to someone else's hands.

"Who chose me to dance?"

I recall the only place of happiness left of me.

I have not been hindered in my desire or purpose.

But I was invaded by my precious "now."

She hangs from the corner of her mouth with a strong emotion she would not have had one day.

"You really... really like things."

A bloody festival was about to begin in King's Landing.