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

― ― Wangdu Northeast Section 8.

One day, Wind Earth Notes was targeted by a group of assassins.

Although the country has gained some success, its insecurity is still alive.

The building is old and poorly maintained.

Because the number of people who want to live decreases, it is true that it is a good place for the dark behind.

That's why I thought if I got lost, I wouldn't be able to come back first.

Well, that's good because there's a lot of emotion around here.

That's handy, kid.

There were now three shadows walking along the dim path of the eighth block.

Although it was wide enough to walk side-by-side, the road sandwiched both sides in the tall walls of the building. If the Assassins are concerned, they can attack in three dimensions, in a very dangerous area.

But there was no such thing as a villain attacking.

No matter how insecure it may be, the moment I stepped on my feet, it was only natural that if the walking figure was more dangerous than the villain, there would be some kind of blade that could not be pointed at.

Just one young man carrying a hammer axe was there, and the danger zone quickly turned into a safety zone.

There is no particular pretense of being alert to the surroundings.

Even if I was just walking relaxing, it was just that I could respond and fight back, no matter what the sudden raid.

But...

Young people murmuring indistinctly - Izna says.

"You're not following me, are you?"

"Oh, that's fine. I won't do it."

It was unusual for someone who smiled in trouble to be a known opponent.

"Richter's busy at work, and I'm not a guard anymore."

Hoon

Looking from top to bottom, there is no cross that was her trademark.

That's why there was nothing in particular to blame.

Step into a dangerous area. So what happened? All you have to do is take care of yourself.

Although Motosuke sensed the searcher one by one, I was grateful for her presence to be able to guide me through King's Landing.

Ah, Izna murmured with her eyes closed.

I already told Futa.

"Hmm. What?

"No, I'm sorry, Prim."

Ahhh.

It is easy enough for her to realize that this is the period of commotion in block 8 - that is, the period when Isna came to King's Landing.

Loosely shaking her head, she smiled.

"I don't care. Not at all."

I see. Don't get light-hearted. "

"Ah, you were surprised?

"Well... it's not like showing your face at the store, so I was worried about what to do a little bit"

……

Izna laughed and said, "If you don't mind, it was helpful," but the girl Prim's expression didn't float behind her.

Nothing, it's not like I don't like Izna's rhetoric, or I don't like it when I think about the past.

It was simply because of the trouble I have now.

"... you know, Izna. I'm sorry if I feel a little uncomfortable."

Hmm?

"At that time... do you think we could solve this through discussion?

"I can't."

It was a quick answer.

Prim looks up unexpectedly.

Izna's lateral face was even serious, and her narrow eyes seemed to be staring somewhere far away.

He lifts up the long bronze hair, he says.

"I can't help it. There are emotions. Now that I've managed to do it right... I had to win. That's what I've been thinking. Is that what you're talking about, winning or losing? Yaa, I can't."

"That's right...."

"Prim"

Izna calls out to her in dismay.

Turning around, he was even serious.

"I'm not an idiot. I know. I know you're thinking a lot."

Yeah, I guess so.

"... well..."

That's why you look at the back of the prime who walks next door - where you don't have anything to carry right now, where you don't think it's enough.

I told him to tell him somewhere.

"If it's not fun, it's one hand to quit."

"Eh...."

"Because it's just hard...."

It's not the same as me in the past.

However, it was also true that she was lost and worried and could not be regarded as any other HR.

I fell as a Colosseum gladiator, and I couldn't win anyway.

I asked Huta for answers and traveled.

No matter what I did back then, all I could think about was "Can I win?"

My mouth is always bitter, and when I close my eyes, I think about the past.

If you don't have to hold such a hard feeling, you'll never get past it.

"... then, why is Izna?"

"Well, that's all I had."

A hammer axe that is easily removed from the back.

With that dull glow, Izna narrowed her eyes a little.

"Still, it was the only one. No, I still am. I have no other way to live but to fight like this. I'm a gladiator."

But move your gaze to the next door.

Teach the girl who looks at the hammer axe with envy.

"But you're not. Everyone will look at you just standing there. If it's fun to do it as a seller, then it's good, right?

"... I guess so."

It was the first time.

It was affirmed by those who knew the time when they had a spear and not a spear.

I've always wondered if it was a escape.

But Izna affirms it.

As long as it bothers you, it is also your hands that will run away about it.

However, Izna mutters in her heart.

Her envy eyes when I showed her the hammer axe.

Whichever way you choose.

It's also strong to shake it off.

I'm sure her troubles will last a little longer.

Hopefully, you will be able to make bright choices at that time.

I don't think so.

"What happened?

"Nothing."

Honestly.

I'd be happier to face him in the field again.

"Where did Mirabelle go...?"

I looked around and murmured to change the subject.

I still can't see the man I'm looking for.

--The royal castle, Huta's private room.

Since there were visitors, Huta of course gave permission.

Today, more often than not, people come together after Corona falls.

It's all her fault she sleeps, even though she's glad she has that much hope, and honestly can't laugh.

A girl who looks down in a complex mood and falls asleep without changing her phase.

My own bed was brought in after this, but it was troublesome that I didn't feel like falling asleep at night.

I'm coming in.

It's you.

"Am I wrong? Let's go."

Now, because the next visitor is his precious fake sister, Huta turned her eyes a little round.

"As always, these guys... Wow, Corona's really asleep."

I'm sure he followed me as an escort, and Reef turned his eyes in surprise. A scented flower in a basket was placed on the side table as a symbol.

Fouta, who lived there for a while, also knew that that was the flower that she had grown in her house.

It must have been my favorite. I'm somehow sorry, I'm glad to do it, but it's a loose face.

"So?"

"So, what? I mean, what are you mad at?

"Come on, what do you think?

Pasta sitting on a chair where you can see Corona's face with a single word of interruption.

Reef looks half-eyed at the eye-catching Fouta.

"What did you do to me?

"I didn't do anything..."

"What about it?"

Before asking, there was an object that was placed on the side table.

Looking at it, it was a vial.

The finely shaped vial fits into her palm.

The intent to put it on the side table deliberately to show it is not known to Fouta even here.

"What is this?"

"Secret medicine"

"What!?

Unwittingly speaking, Huta.

Secret medicine. It's not something connected in one word, but if Pasta brought it, it's a different story.

"The one Mr. Wind struggled to repay!?

"I was happy to escort you. The most important thing was because it saved my life."

--Used to be.

How Wind Earth Note went down to the Olba Chamber of Commerce with Beatrice M. Olba.

I didn't know about it in detail, but I heard about the secret medicine that cured Luli's illness.

"That's so expensive...."

"I see. I wonder who to charge."

In a mean way, but Futa shakes her head.

"I'll do whatever it takes."

"Hmm. Well, I'll keep my words to myself... so I'll cut them off immediately."

"... so why are you in such a bad mood?

"Chi."

Pasta with a gentle hand on Corona's jaw and mouth open.

Drop one drop of the vial into her mouth, then plug it and look back.

"Are you stupid? Isn't it strange that you didn't contact me at all knowing that? You don't have a head?

"Ah...."

Oh, my God.

What do you think Corona fell without a word?

That's all we talked about.

Reef and pasta. And Corona.

A short period of cohabitation that reminds me of the people who are here.

But Futa laughed.

The same thing happened when you thought it was not other HR.

Above all, I was glad that Pasta didn't hate it enough to give me a secret medicine about Corona.

I got a little irritated about what I was wearing.

"I missed my tail. You'll be busy, too."

"I'm not making excuses like I followed you."

She scratches her cheeks as she stares in a mood.

"I didn't forget anything else."

"Heh, then tell me. Remember my face a little while Corona was down?

The look on his face that made a fool of him was a powerful one convinced of his victory.

It's just...

"I'm just remembering...."

"Eh?"

I didn't expect her nose to be revealed in this way.

When the terrorists came out and King's City was in danger.

Of course, the first thing I worried about was the girl in front of me.

"I never thought of a secret drug or anything like that, but I was worried about you because of the terrorism."

……

Ji, your pale eyes staring at Futa.

Words that are distracted from sifting and murmured at the same time.

"Really? It's annoying."

What am I supposed to do?

"Come on, I'll think about the secret medicine later."

Slowly put his short hair on his ear and peered into his face to gaze at Corona.

"... you're actually awake, so try to jump up and scare me."

……

The fever is still high.

Fortunately, there is nothing to be ashamed of or distressed about. It still seems like it will take some time to get well.

At least it looked like Futa's amateur.

"The effect of the secret medicine should come out a few hours later. Well, you'll get a good night's sleep.... you should sleep well, too."

"... bad"

"Hmm, well, even if you go to bed any longer, you're just in the way."

Sleep tight, too.

"Hey, what does that mean?"

She laughs at her half-eyed intentions.

Then she sighed one at a time as if it was troublesome.

I murmured.

"... it's a performance. I'm thinking of stopping."

Huh?

"That's right. If we don't do something about the terrorism that's happening right now, we can't hold such a thing. I have no power to stop terrorism. It's quite risky to take a mercenary carrying a Chamber of Commerce sign to the battlefield in King's Landing. It is not strange to think that there is a will to poke a shield at the country.... well, I can't help but say to the idiot who carried our sign and shielded the will of the country in the game before me."

If we don't stop the terror, we can't make sure that the guests who come to the show are safe.

They're the ones who want to stop the spectacular show.

If we were to perform in the middle of it, we certainly didn't know what would happen.

"... you worked so hard to get ready."

"I didn't put so much effort into it."

The monologue murmured. From her gazing at Corona, Huta turned to Reef.

Loosely shaking his neck, he looks at Reef and drops his shoulders as if he's just getting stronger again.

As a matter of fact, I guess I was trying to get back to work in order to get to the show.

From promotions to music to stage hauling - from practicing as a protagonist to making yourself comfortable.

I often said I wouldn't compromise for the money, but this is her money.

That is why it can be observed that the decision to discontinue is also a colonic thought.

I'm not putting so much effort into it. The word probably doesn't bother other people that much. My time should be worth it.

"I wish I could do something."

"If you can do something by yourself, the terrorists will disappear."

"I can't... I don't think Lilac will do anything to get rid of Spectacular Clara."

"... you"

Hmm?

When it comes to hopeful observation, yes.

However, I have a track record. Besides, I can say that Futa understands best how to put her in spectacles.

In fact, she will not yield to terrorism.

All I can do is keep her out of danger.

The pasta's eyes looked straight at Futa, who thought so.

"What's wrong?

"... I'll tell you what. Nothing, if you don't talk about what Lilac does, that's fine. You're right. Lilac will have to fight again if he's going to be able to pick up Spectacular. But..."

"But?"

"... if you leave it to him, this country will really be destroyed."

In unexpected words, I glanced at Futa.

"... is that because you're a" rapist "?

"Even if you say yes, you won't believe me, so I'll tell you this. He's much more merciful to his enemies than I am. I don't want to think about what happens to those terrorists."

……

Well, it's none of my business, Ked.

The pasta yawned a little, with a pondering lid.

Looking around, I noticed that there were fruits that seemed delicious.

"Can I have this?

There's a cupcake over here.

Then I don't need it.

If you put the baked confectionery you just received in the kitchen on the table for each box, the pasta will begin to paste happily.

Looking at her like that, I was thinking about the advice.

It was then that there were visitors. A tiny knock.

When Huta opened the door, there was no one there.

"... eh?

Right, left. Shift your gaze.

"Oh, it's going to happen. I wonder if something like this can happen to a big brother."

"... ah, I'm sorry. Are you alone?

Looking down, he was there.

With her hands on her cheeks, she looks like a woman at the edge of a well - a child.

An elegant look with long, long, brown hair on your back.

Is he as tall as Ruli, who is smaller than Pasta?

"That's right. I'm alone. I'm in trouble. Oh, but I just came by to say hello. Yes, this is the tea."

"Ah, ah, thank you?

A gift with three bottles containing tea leaves.

"Well, what about you?

"Well, no, I didn't say my name either. Ufufu"

"Oh, oh... that's right... ah, I'm Futa"

"I know. Your father has been talking a lot lately."

Smell and smell.

The girl smiles in trouble, holding her soft cheeks with one hand.

"I am Ayame Wolcott, 6 years old. I'm going to live next door for a while, so thank you ~"

As a six-year-old who was overflowing with maternal penetration, Futa unexpectedly rubbed her eyebrows.