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

--Climbroom Mansion.

"... you're getting into trouble."

Richter with a difficult face murmured with a cutlery.

Though it was not so healthy as a house, Richter, who could eat without leaving what was normally served, rarely left more than half and continued to dine late from earlier.

Plates, cups, papers.

As a "nobleman," Richter talked about it as verbal abuse, such as eating while working.

I knew all this was happening, and I knew Mion was already behind it.

"Nevertheless, please eat as much as you're moving. I'll take care of the details."

"I've already done something really detailed. There's more to the boulder than I have to see."

"But... I'm in trouble. Do you mix it with sleeping pills?"

"At least tell me where I am. Criminal Reserve."

As he sighs at his worried subordinates, he reads through the scroll and carries his meal into his mouth in a dull motion.

The slower it gets, the more full the body gets - it was Richter who was forcibly replenishing the nutrients he had to consume.

In fact, the fact that work is piling up is not the cause of loss of appetite, which is also why Mion is anxious.

"Off the treasury, sir."

Murmured words. The trouble I had.

When he finished reading the scroll and put the Treasurer's signature on it, he said it as he remembered it, and this was the biggest disheartening factor for him now.

"Don't be silly. Is there anyone else in this position besides Richter?"

"Mion...."

"in the toy sense of a princess."

"Mion...."

It's about time you fired my men.

However, I think with a blatant sigh.

What this subordinate is saying is not a mistake.

A princess who was supposed to be so dangerous and hostile. The concern is brilliant, and Richter is convinced that he is actually a "rapist."

Nevertheless, it was the status quo that held one of her sticks.

No. No.

Rather, it is more appropriate to be embraced because you regarded him as a "rapist".

This is how the internal divisions of the "aristocracy" are taking place and the power base of Richter is wobbling.

"I..."

I put the cutlery and opened my mouth to monologue.

"Besides, I don't trust my people or my family. I don't mind turning my back anyway. Whatever the reason. In fact, it is my fault that His Highness is burying the outer moat."

I'm just taking care of him because he says he's coming with me.

That's how Richter is a "nobleman."

If you want to leave, that's fine.

Being thankful is a right that is permitted by more than a goddamn existence.

I don't mind if you even throw it away. Damn it, I just think it's the following.

"I know."

"That's why you can be gone whenever you want."

Impossible.

"Oh yeah...."

Well, I can't even imagine Mion leaving under Richter right now.

I don't care about her.

In fact, the fact that nobles are leaving Richter was nothing but a matter of concern or anxiety.

In that context, there are many things.

But the big deal is the presence of that terrorist.

Not enough nobles burned their houses with one finger, just because they belonged to Richter.

The terrorists say it's a warning to anyone involved in the Spectacular.

Their actions against Richter, who was teaming up with Lilac and pursuing this plan, certainly frightened the aristocrats around him.

It's only natural. Next time, I may be able to do my own house.

Fire protection measures that can be done individually are only known.

The opponent is using explosives flashy. This would be the case with burnt stones and water.

Fortunately, the civilians only seem to know the extent of the rumor - it is no longer a social rumor.

That's what the rumors say.

"A dark force that moves for Your Majesty's restoration of power."

and so on.

In fact, it was true that many of His Majesty's real rights had been lost "sometime". Most of them were accepted naturally because their actions were behind the scenes.

However, if you look back, there is nothing left for His Majesty today.

Although it stands at the top of the country as a symbol, Lilac is even more recognizable.

In that context, it is no wonder that there are people who do not feel comfortable about Lilac, which has completely laid the economic foundation of "spectacular".

Even though my father is in that situation, he gives priority to what he wants to do. That's going too well.

Beyond mere indignation, Richter knew of the existence of the royal aristocracy who said "like a little girl".

Nevertheless.

After all, they exist only in the mouth. No matter how much you complain, there's nothing you can do. Richter is pessimistic that "sometime" Lilac will take care of it.

Their presence would be a countermeasure to the princess if used well.

But what good is it to be hostile to the princess now?

It is a simple fact that one of the Spectacular's operations is very unlikely to be carried out by Richter alone.

What about Gracial?

"... well, he's not a subordinate. It's a story of the past when I was a family member or a comrade."

"Do you believe that?

I don't know.

The source of the rumor. At least it's Gracial who's running the propaganda to get off Sir Treasury.

As for his emotions, I understand his will.

Together we were putting the princess at risk.

We cannot allow her to broaden her power base any further, and to do so, Sir Richter L. Klimbroom of the Treasury is in the way.

I don't know how to set up the next Lord Treasurer after Richter is gone, but Gracial doesn't feel like he's going to do everything he can.

Richter bought a guy named Gracial.

We went the wrong way.

Richter, who plans with the princess, can no longer return to his former "aristocracy."

I know that it is not a man who moves with emotion because it is itchy.

With some sort of breakthrough, some sort of temptation, Gracial is now moving to kick Richter down.

I don't know if he just took a ride in terrorism or if he's leaping from behind. It is irritating not to tail out inside.

"... I don't know what the hard part is."

and voice.

If you raise your face, there's another one. An escort, much quieter than usual. A girl who was not asking for food, not grumbling, smiled at a snack and proceeded to eat in a nearby seat.

"Can't you talk to him well?

"I'll talk to you. Besides, if you think it's impossible, you can't help it. I just don't know if I want to talk about it."

It's my story. It's never about her.

Tell yourself that and answer.

"Yeah."

Do you know or not?

She nodded with a strange smile. Regardless of the shape, I wonder if I can make it myself again. Looking at Richter thinking about that, she puts the richter's plate on.

"Besides, you have to eat it properly."

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

"Ah, that's what I'm saying. I was worried about you."

"Still, it's too much."

--Apparently, he regained his temper a little.

He still doesn't seem to have the will to grip, but according to what Hula told him at noon, he saved one of his daughters, so he suddenly started laughing.

No matter what state you are in, you try to save people.

Richter admitted his will alone. I won't tell you.

"... Mr. Richter"

"What's wrong?

No, no, no, no. As we were eating, Mion, who was speaking with a squire from outside the cafeteria, slapped Richter in the ear.

I'm not saying I don't want Prim to hear about it, but I first hear about it from the landlord. It's a routine procedure.

If I didn't even say anything extra, I'd be a solid employee, but when I was listening to Nave inside, I was told that there were visitors.

"Oh my God, I just got on a hammock consultation yesterday. Did the Roosevelt guy come to you with a low security deposit? Or something. Did he come to say hello to you? Or I'll negotiate with the Treasurer to leave."

"There is no nobleman with such courage. Instead, Izna Sicienzan is coming."

"... why?

"That's it."

It is a Richter who leans his neck without thinking.

Speaking of Izna Sicienzan, it's a new vivid spectacular match pattern to remember.

There is no direct connection to Richter.

At best, we might face each other again in the arena.

However, Mion with his eyebrows frowned unusually seriously.

It was time for Richter to distort his expression with that earslap.

"Looking for... Mirabelle G. Gringott?

- The royal castle, Huta's private room.

Only the banging sound echoes indoors.

Looking at the sleeping girl's face, Bisied shook his head somewhere depressed.

I'm glad you're safe.

"Oh, no, thank you. Have you met Corona?

When Huta asked Bisiedo to stand up, he affirmed slowly.

Looking down, there was a quiet girl sleeping there.

"Oh, a few times in the castle. I don't know what to say, but it was like some kind of rare creature."

"Precious creatures..."

Running around the royal castle, the maid with excellent habits is the only one with arms.

As far as I can tell, the King's knights didn't matter.

Bisiedo shook his head with a sad expression, as usual, to Huta, who broke his face.

"That's why you don't have to hold back."

I just hope you're feeling better.

I see. You're strong inside too. "

When Huta squeezes her shoulders, Bisiedo lifts up her mouth without a floating expression.

Looks like I've been feeling pretty down.

If there is a connection with the corona, it may not be impossible.

If that bright girl can't get up from the hospital bed, so long as she doesn't hate hair that much.

"Lord Huta will be here for a while?

"Well, this is my room. But it is. I'm looking at Corona. Lilac is busy too."

"... I guess. Your Highness will always be busy."

Okay, nod. Put the fruit basket down and say whatever you want, and Bisied turns his back.

There's no reason to stay long.

And at that time.

Ah, Lila.

".................. yes?

"Eh, what's that up voice?"

"No, this is normal."

Eh?

Speaking of which, Bisied looked back and said that there was another maid - it solidified.

"... what?

I hide it around my mouth. It is the hair that has changed.

But I'm a princess anyway.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Bisiedo. My name is Lila, the newly arrived newcomer, thanks to the princess."

"Hah, hah..."

The eye had a strong pressure.

Even though we know that he was caught in the middle of a blow, he said a word demanding silence.

Bisied, who even thought of letting the princess do this, beat Futa to death, was rather struck by a blow to the back of the head.

'Cause.

Bisied-san can't help but eat a little. Bring it. Goodbye. You'll miss it. "

"... you, no way"

"? Mr. Lila, can you please?

"Yes, I'm not very good with blades."

You must be very good at it.

At that moment, she went out of her throat and was stared at by a maid who made her relax.

If we put ourselves in this situation, we'll understand together with Bisied.

The idiot who pulls up the weather and waits for the fruit to peel is completely unaware of who the person in front of him is.

Is that so?????

And Bisied tilted his neck.

"... are you close to Lord Lila?

"Hmm? I don't know what Lila thinks. I really appreciate your help. They've been coming to me a little bit lately."

"Damn it...."

A cliché is this.

"It's not that much to take care of. I'm glad you like it."

Lila, smiling, gently peels off the orange by sitting on the side chair. Bisied looked up at the ceiling again to see what he didn't like about the blade, not the perfect handpiece.

"... I see."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Come on, if you have a fever, you should go back to your room and rest."

"No thanks...."

It's a close call to honor.

For Bisied, who wasn't originally good at acting or hiding, this space is tantamount to a sudden hell.

Without knowing how to create such a situation, Futa talks in a breathtaking manner.

I wonder if Bisiedo has ever met Lila before.

"Well... is that so?

"You surprised me. It looks just like Lilac."

I see.

Because it's him.

The words, they sit triangularly at the bottom of my stomach with no change in phase.

"But"

With a loose smile, Futa looks at Lila.

Lila seemed uncomfortable with Lila, and her smiling expression was stiffer than usual - but she was still nervous.

"Unlike Master Lilac, who looks like this, he's pretty slippery, somehow slippery."

"Fu, I'm so tired!

"No, I don't know. I tried to wrap up the laundry and turn it upside down."

"Ah, that was... a lot, a lot!

Whatever it is, it can't be said, "I got mixed up in underwear, got lost in dealing with it, and tried not to look at it by piling up other clothes."

So I turned it upside down and gathered it again, so maybe it is "poking".

……

With Bisiedo in a lilac she had never seen before (even though that was the case at the time of the maid's clothes), Huta continued her words slowly.

I wonder if he likes it.

I know that it is pure goodwill to get along with each other in the imperial castle for the first time.

I understand that Lilac is only similar to what it looks like and that the contents are completely different.

But it is the person.

Bisied's chest was swarming with various things.

It's not impossible. I've seen her since childhood.

I've never seen her look like that before.

What a strange story.

So Bisied closed the door for the first time and said...

"Don't be anxious if it's just a failure."

Eh?

Zero words from Lilac's mouth that I didn't think I'd ride.

However, Futa shook her head and raised her finger to realize her mistake.

It is Lila who has only a bad feeling.

"Certainly, Corona is better at work. Maybe they have experience."

Hmm.

"But I don't know. Does Lila like hard work? It's not like I can't do my job. Compared to Corona, it's just that it's not good."

I see.

"Oh, yeah."

It's too uncomfortable.

Huta glanced at her as she grabbed the apron.

I recalled how Lila had been so far.

Handicrafts were gentle, and they had an atmosphere that could not be left unattended, but they were doing their housework hard.

The smile is gentle and cute.

Trying to translate all of that, I wonder how to put it.

Oh, I see. and Fouta was convinced of one.

"I think you'll make a good wife."

Hmm...

I hope you will finally get married and build a happy family.

If you speak honestly like that.

Lila, which is solidified here and there.

Bisied exhales a deep breath that exhales the thoughts of all senses.

I see.

Ah.

"... I see."

Bisied, smiling slowly, stood up slowly.

The calm and peaceful smile that was so different from when I came, even though I didn't know why, Futa also had a soft smile.

As they nodded to each other, the air of understanding spread somewhat between the two of them, leaving Lila alone.

"... now I'm done. Thank you, Master Futa... Master Lila"

Thanks to the fruit, he leaves the door.

A tightly closed door. Now, looking back at Lila, Huta tilted her neck there.

"... what are you doing?

"...... no...... sticky......"

A maid who doesn't bend his knees or elbows and keeps moving.

Your face is also bright red.

After saying something a little rude, Huta lowers her throat.

"I'm sorry, did I bother you?

"No, that's not true.... I've never thought about it."

"Your wife?

"... that's right."

I see. I'm sorry. "

For a child who lived in peace, everyone thought it was imaginary to become a parent or accompany a lover once.

I'm sure the pillow word "living in peace" doesn't suit her either.

It was something I somehow perceived from my daily behavior.

Lila, who shakes her head loosely, hangs her hand on the door knob as she leaves the room - it solidifies.

"Mr. Lila?

"... but..."

The expression tends to lean down and is almost invisible in the first place. Only the cute apron dresses - the subtle bows that still bend - teach them how to be women.

"... it was kind of fun."

Eh.

That's all I said, and I left.

Left behind, the lid slowly lowered its stretched hand.

Finally, I felt like I was laughing.

I felt like I was sad.

She said it was fun. It seemed as if I had said that there was no such future.

"--Bisiedo"

It was the evening of that day that Bisied walked down the hallway with a voice from behind.

"... ahh. Your Highness."

"Don't tell me about lunch. That's all."

The faceless expression remained unchanged. Wearing a dress, she had the usual elegance and majesty.

It's just...

Bisied wanted to ask only one question.

"Your Highness."

Call to hold her as she tries to pass by.

Bisied tells her that she stopped without looking back.

"... Your Highness, thinking about your own happiness..."

--I wonder if there is one.

Bisied's question, which seems to me.

It must have been the question I had imagined.

She turned around slowly and halfway.

"--Impossible."

"... for the country?

"Yes, that's what royalty does, isn't it?

"...... yes"

For the country.

Bisied can't tell if he really thinks so.

However, the question Bisied wanted to ask came back with a clear answer.

I'm not going to be your wife.

That was a terrible story for Bisied, the king's knight.