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

--The girl was walking alone.

In the afternoon, the sun was shaded and the ash sky could be called cloudy.

The blunt clouds are the rainfall that is likely to drip when squeezed.

I see that many people carry umbrellas, and she doesn't have anything. She thinks so, just like other people (one by one).

Dark.

Every time I go down an alley, I think.

This means that every time I get used to my eyes, I step deeper into it.

When a young girl came alone, it was a dirty alley that was no longer suitable - a bad neighborhood.

\39248; The strange smell stuck my nose.

A man with a slightly unpleasant eyebrow, a beggar-like man, crawled out of his side.

"Oh... oh... that's the young lady..."

Hmm?

A man with a foul smell wearing a rag. The colour is not black. Simply distort the dirty, black face and bring out fingertips that are confused with the bone.

"... there's nothing to eat... something... something..."

"Ah, I'm sorry. That's what I don't have."

"Don't say that... it smells good..."

Really? Nowadays, I don't hide sweets in my pocket.... "

A defenseless girl.

From her side to side, another man showed up - jumping out of the way.

"Hihi, woman!!"

"Wow."

"Hmm!?

Complete blind spot. But she slipped away from her upper body and avoided a flying man.

As a result, he collided with the man who was begging from the front, causing a terrible accident.

"Ah... are you okay?

"Is everything all right, you fucking cunt?!

"Nh...!?

The girl slightly opens her eyes to the frustrating screams of a man who until a moment ago showed only weakness.

"Ah shit, what a failure!!!

"Uuuuuuuuuuu, Temee is a little more attractive!!

Yaaaaaa, two men in dirty clothes smash each other's whispers.

It's just that it's true that you've fallen to beg. My body didn't seem to move very well.

"It's been a long time since I was a top ball...!!

I couldn't bear to hear it, it was an exchange.

If so, why have you been there?

They could have left like that, or they could have left with a proper slap.

But now she doesn't have anything to beat.

I don't have the temper either.

I lowered my eyebrows and wondered what to do for a few moments.

It was just then that the situation changed.

"--It's ugly."

The words hardened the men.

The sounds of the hiccups, hiccups, and light heels echo loudly and cleanly in this dirty alley.

I don't think so, sir.

When I get thin, my eyes are slightly longer. Its sharp gaze, which can also be called the triple white eye, clearly looks at the men.

The thin, small lips slowly open.

"For example, if the girl was just a lost person. What were you trying to do on my path?

"Ah... no... that's it..."

And when it's closed, it's an iron-rusted brown umbrella.

"It is very good for you to live in a world of weak predators. Then I will follow the same course."

Yes, hands open over gloves.

Never too big for that girl, but the men scream as terribly frightened.

I know. What will you do?

What happens when you get caught in that hand?

Oh, my God, I've seen a show for the first time.

You can see with your eyes what happens if you defy her.

Hold on, I'm trying to raise my murmured voice - I can't hear you.

Death is imminent.

"... wait."

The motion stopped tightly.

"She" looks at the girl with the eyes of chaotic things.

"Are you still here? You don't have anything, you don't exercise your powers. It's not like a warm man walks around like that.

"It doesn't matter. It's just... that's why I'm going to kill you."

"--even if these people were manipulative and fed many girls?

"Eh... that's..."

The men shook their heads in a hurry.

Just sure. For the girl, the motion felt dull was that of the familiar. --I don't know about that, and I don't know.

Because I didn't live in such a dirty place.

"Hey, hey!

The sheltered men fled with their shields so that the girl could be placed on the rays of the "foolish."

She stood in front of her majestically, even with her full waist, sandwiched in between.

Looking at the girl with a smell of trouble, "she" opened her mouth.

"So, what can I do for you here?

――

Even in a thin, dark alley, the attitude of "her" remains unchanged.

As if this were a royal palace or a mansion, the ladies would not break their calm standing behavior.

"... eye-rune"

The name came to my mouth.

Her name is Eilon B. Smiles.

The Princess of the Execution Hall struggles to kill, characterised by her wavy golden hair.

A girl looking straight at the eye of the eye turned her gaze.

What does the girl look like in her eyes?

A girl who opens her fist without a knife and tries to have a conversation.

Eyroon.

Severely boring stones are rolling in front of me.

She was staring at her eyes with a degree of apathy.

"... I'm here to talk to you."

"Talk? Me and you?

"- Yes."

Put your hands on your chest to grasp your heart. I feel wrinkles in the center of my clothes.

Eyes that feel the will to hold something down, like you've decided to do something.

I wish I had let go of him, but Iroon took off the ribbon in a boring way.

And tie it back a long way. It felt like my back head was sticking out. Is it because of the moisture?

--That was more important.

"Before I denied it, I thought I had something to do..."

"Is that what you're talking about? The gladiator has gotten a lot warmer. Are you silently listening to the person who can exchange blades speak loudly?"

"... yes."

……

Cheap provocation doesn't seem to make sense.

Eyroon became more and more uncomfortable when he made up his mind in a strange way.

Why is it that the woman who was supposed to be such a prey appears in front of her eyes, corrupting herself?

Is my daily routine bad?

I don't think so.

Call it a step back, and look at the girl thinking about what's wrong with her mood.

"How can you... be so fine and dirty?"

I could also call the question a misconception.

However, I somehow want to appropriately bump into the frustration in my chest and give back my words.

"I'll ask the other way around. What is" dirty "? I don't know how noble a gladiator is... but I'm not interested in a gladiator."

"That's fucked up! At least follow the rules!

"I don't know what you're mistaken for. I've never complained about losing against the rules. I know that I follow the rules of the gladiator."

"Eh...."

If you ask me, yes.

She pretends to be stronger than her opponent in an attempt to win, but she never complains about the referee's decision.

Because that is the rule of "fighting the sword". If she breaks the rules and loses, she accepts.

"So... why do you insist on fighting a sword?"

"Sticking to the sword....?

An eye-rune that tilts its small head.

I never thought about that.

But I see, one person was convinced that it seemed that way to the woman in front of me.

"I see, it's also important to talk about it. You were eating me with a terrible mistake."

"What?"

"I want to fight the mighty. That happens to be the only thing you can do in the arena of fighting swords, so you just have to match it. The challenger, of course, isn't he?

It's a simple story.

I just started fighting the sword because the "strong" who wanted to fight, such as Futa, happened to be in Colosseum.

If the mercenaries they rang on the battlefield, they would have given them pleasure.

That's all I was talking about.

…………

"Is that all you're talking about? Then I'm not a hobby to be in such a dirty place, so I'll let you go."

It's not enough to invite me home.

Yes, she says, worried so much.

It is true that there is no island to attach to.

Why do you want to fight the mighty?

"... oh. At the very least, I thought it was the only thing in common, but is that even the wrong prospect?

"Don't leave me with you....!

"Well, it doesn't matter."

In the words of a girl who conceived a slight anger, the air blows everywhere.

I wonder whether it really matters.

I'm sure the same guards who sat down and the ex-killer who took the girl didn't show any interest.

Because I'm not interested in fine dust from a fanged beast.

In that case, she still prefers overzealous miscellaneous soldiers.

"I don't have a stepsister to answer, but if you answer that, get out of the way."

……

Did you accept silence as positive, or are you not interested in either affirmation or denial?

Ayroon kept telling her.

The reason why we keep challenging the "mighty" is because we keep driving them away.

"Because that's the right of those born weak."

"... rights, interests?

"There was nothing to hold back on. At the time of his birth, he was deprived of everything he wanted. I wasn't even alone. So..."

"So what do you say we do!?

Don't hurry, just shake your head.

The girl glances at the spinned words.

Because that's what someone was after.

Oh, that's why.

Did she think the man was the same?

"--So, even from the bottom, it fascinates the world to stand at the top."

To that end, we must choose the means.

She told me it was the way Iron B. Smiles lived.

"Come on, get out of my way when you get it. If you know, not so much. I said," Get out of the way. "

Kotsu, Kotsu, move forward. Slip through her side and push her tight shoulders with her hands.

I didn't need power there.

I'm not interested in the "... I don't know" murmur of a girl standing up.

It's not worth listening to, like, loser bullshit.

Even if you fought here now, there is no reason to lose.

If the challenge is to accommodate the opponent, she always takes it upon herself that it makes sense for the loser to pave the way.

By the time I left the alley, I had completely forgotten about the girl - Ayroon told me on the spot, as he remembered.

"Oh, everybody. --The two of you who did something unpleasant in front of me."

In an alley where no one is here.

But there were many windows to watch - behind them, many eyes sparkled like hunters. It's like a bat that found its prey in a cave.

Gracefully smiling, the Mermaid of the Dead Mountain Blood River gives the order.

"You can do whatever you want."

Anyway, she smiles.

It's not just about pushing your arms. There was another reason why she had established herself here.

They only know vaguely that there is a pipe in the country.

"Correct" muttering.

"The gentle princess has decided not to see any murder in this place."

- It's one of the "rights" given to her.

One of several contracts we had on that rainy day.

Rights require consideration.

But the consideration is still out of the question.

--It was raining.

The rain that came out in the afternoon was not strong, but the grains were large.

Oh, I see, it was a cold, earless rain that nodded out of that cloudy sky, and it would look like this.

Inside, a girl was walking.

No umbrellas. Originally, it is detached, and there are no long-lasting products now.

Someday, yes.

She was terribly wet as she was about to joyfully say that it wouldn't rain if she was swinging towards the sky.

"... I don't know."

The little murmur disappears, swallowed by the clutter and rain.

Luckily she didn't get tangled up by strange people in insecure areas as she wandered out of the alley - or because she was exposed to be an acquaintance of Eilon B. Smiles.

I'm not sure about that, and it could be both.

However, there was no doubt in her mind that she could not afford to think of such a thing.

Under the King's Castle, go the path where there are quite a few people.

The carriage runs away, and the blowing splash wets the lower body.

Her muddy thighs still bothered her, and she was walking about.

We're heading for Spectacular.

Even in this state, is the willingness to go to work a sense of duty, or is it because the person working does not have to think about anything?

Not even that, not for a minute.

Lie down and walk.

Pass through Main Street into a bustling and secure environment.

I wonder if the people in this place have more eyes to worry about dirty, rain-wet girls.

If we go a little further to the noble city, will we be able to avoid going through it?

Isn't that right? She shakes her head.

Most nobles no longer look familiar. Everyone knows the girl who is escorting Richter.

I don't know if you're really worried about her, but let's go.

Of course, she can't think of anything like this right now.

No. Either way, she's the one who can't get to such a deliberate idea.

Besides, turning my head around is not good.

That's why I couldn't get out of the muddy mud that I fitted once.

It was then.

An incredible roar and a blowing flame.

The streamstone girl raised her face unexpectedly.

Gently avoid wet forehair, which is stuck to block your vision.

"Eh...?

An area lined with noble mansions.

The ash smoke that was rising again was terribly creepy because it assimilated with cloudy weather. It's as if the big tree is spreading the leaves of lead in the sky.

She unexpectedly ran out of the world in a state of anxiety as if she was growing up stealing something important.

The opposite of those who scream and flee.

Running even in the rain.

I don't suppose it's Richter's mansion, so push it and kill it.

The mud on my thighs disappeared to be washed away sooner or later.

"-What is it!?

Fortunately, it wasn't Richter's house.

But this mansion was definitely his friend's home, where Prim was accompanied by Richter on several occasions.

There is no prime in that mansion that burns to the ground and fires in the rain. I don't have one.

"Who's in there!?

He grabbed the shoulder of a wild horse staring up beside him and shouted.

But he was just passing by, shaking his head.

Step into the grounds of the Mansion and rush through the clean entrance.

Ignoring the words of goodwill that screamed and called out to her to come back, she kicked the door.

I raised my voice to see if anyone was there, and even if I heard clearly, the world that was hit by fire would just burst into tears.

The girl coughed and shouted at the flames provoked by the wind.

Again, I wonder if there's anybody there.

"A-ah"

I heard a voice.

Then there is only one thing to do.

There is no reason for her not to save a life that can be saved in front of her.

I knew it would be better to wear water, but this body is wet anyway.

Perfect for drying your body.

Step in.

Successfully climb the mountain of building materials that comes down from the ceiling.

I screamed so loudly.

- And I found it.

Fortunately, there was no fire, someone's voice trapped in a small room.

"It's okay, I'll help you right away!!

With a spear like this, it would be an instant.

Think so much and eat your teeth.

He held his fist and hit the wall with an unfamiliar hip twist.

"Aah!!

Severe pain echoed like a fist explosion.

But it doesn't matter. If you show me the kick after that, this wall will collapse soon.

"Get away!!

Say that for a few moments.

It senses a slight movement and kicks it through.

"... ahh"

"Okay, let's go!!

There was a very old girl.

She must have been the noble daughter of this house.

Hold him and look back on the way he came from.

I'm still going to be able to break through.

Running feet are heavier than usual.

That's right, because you have a child.

But it doesn't matter.

Weren't you training? Is your body dull? So what happened?

With that as an excuse, I didn't even break through this wall because I didn't have a hat in the first place.

Run, run, run.

Someone said it would collapse.

"Then - let's support it!!!

Someone said.

The collapsing building materials dispersed on the verge of being smashed into Prim's head.

"Eh...."

"Thank you!!! My daughter- thank you for saving my daughter...!!!

At the moment, someone hugged me.

Hula Wolcott, a deeply relieved woman, hugged Prim Lancaster with a girl she called her daughter.