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

--- Wang Dushu Shenzhou Security Zone. Abandoned Church.

The warmth after the rain was terribly bad for the road.

One person stepping forward step by step, step by step.

Obviously surrounded.

Many "eyes" are looking to be alert or ready to deal with him.

He also heard about the area, which had become a lot of trouble after a while.

Looking up, there was a fallen church in the bell tower.

Said there was a queen who ruled the parcel.

Her name, also known as the executioner's princess, is Eilon B. Smiles.

Formerly known as the Mermaid of the Corpse Mountain Blood River in the Principality of Colosseum, he is also the highest samurai in King's Landing.

I had something to do with her today, and he stepped in here.

Face forward and open the broken iron gate.

Keep your gaze focused. However, there are still no signs of an attack.

It's as if you're waiting for the Princess's decree, in such a sense of urgency.

He looked at the garden of the abandoned church.

It was so muddy, it turned into a swamp. The odd stench came along - and the lotus flowers that were blooming at one point looked so beautiful.

"--Isn 't it beautiful?

"Hmm!?

I noticed there was a woman there.

Wrapped in a white elegant dress, she looks at lotus flowers from a broken window.

Speaking of crossing the wall, the man who was to face each other took a breath.

And nod.

Ah.

"... fufu. You're not lying, are you? I only made that corner for that flower."

Are swamps homemade?

It was originally a beautiful pond.

"I see....."

I don't know what you were thinking.

Apparently, for now, I have my favorite answer.

A glimpse is a sharp look at the length of the cut.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Oh, one, I came to ask you out."

"Invitation. I'm not very good at waltzes. Or will you escort me?

"No...."

As he thinks a little, the man puts his hand to his mouth.

Then I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. It's just that."

Those eyes meet her eyes.

"Fighting is not play. You'll see."

……

Eyroon with a suspicious expression as to what she meant to say.

Slowly stick your cheek to the window frame with this white embroidered dress glove.

"You feel less able to convey your intentions than you feel comfortable with."

"Oh, yeah.... no, that's right. I don't really... rely on people's words."

Apparently, the previous dialogue was told.

He seemed to be a fairly willing samurai, and I started thinking about killing him for now.

"I make a little noise in King's Landing. The samurai will be in the way. I want you to eliminate it."

"... you know where I stand?

"Ah, apparently from a lewd standpoint, I've heard that this is a convenience. But... I don't know. Suppose they come out on the front line."

Apparently, this man knows who Iroon is dealing with.

On top of that, I set up an invitation to interact with that "someone".

What is it?

"You...."

Hmm?

"Waltz, can you dance?"

Nitah, the grin is distorted by evil.

"In other words, you try to get along with that person. Is that what this is about? I see that many samurai will turn against the enemy. It must be a dream festival."

It will be much more exciting than previous martial arts tournaments.

It seems that they intend to open such a pleasant festival.

"Some of them are already moving. I'm not going to deceive you."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't mind. Tell me a little more about it."

In the mud, the lotus flowers stirred by the wind swayed greatly.

--Inside the Imperial City. Futa's private room.

"Ayame Wolcott...?

"Oh dear. Ufufu, how polite of you to be so old. I'm in trouble!"

I don't know what's bothering you because you're polite.

Good boy, this penetrating girl who shows a real smile.

Fouta received the tea with a slight pull and opened her mouth to digest one of the various bits and pieces.

"Ah, Hula's?

"That's right. My oldest daughter. I have about three brothers."

"I see...."

From what I've heard, there are six wives.

Even if my 6-year-old daughter is the fourth child, there is certainly no discomfort.

I have no particular reason to doubt it, and the color of my hair and eyes are the same, but it was a little confusing because my personality is not similar at all.

Rather, what is this? I don't feel like I'm dealing with younger people in a strange tone.

"So, you moved in next door?

"Ufufu. It may be a short relationship, but... hello?

"Ah... nice to meet you..."

Futa's residence is a so-called guest room.

A parcel where the royal family will stay in the castle for a certain period of time.

Nothing is just Futa's room. There are several other rooms with the same floor plan, which may or may not be filled.

Nevertheless, Futa's neighbors have always been vacant. It was also due to Lilac's considerations... and that's how much room we usually had left.

My first neighbor, this girl.

"It's no big deal, but... let's get along."

"Well, I'm glad! Thank you very much."

Whoa, whoa, a few flowers bloom around her smile.

As if she was expressing her mood, Futa stroked her chest with relief - realizing that she wasn't hallucinating and shouting.

"Bhhhh?

"Ufufu, did you surprise me? This is still the daughter of the wizard!"

Ah, ahh

"How about one?

"Thank you."

"It's going to disappear soon."

"Really."

It was a strange sight to see flowers blooming in the sky, but I was still surprised when they were handed over.

The spirit of the surprise.

I see, it was Hula's daughter who was convinced for the first time.

"Hey, isn't it pathetic to let people stand up in places like that?

Hmm? Ah, that too?

and a voice from behind.

Turn around and pasta the cupcake on the sofa whispering. He is pointing his fingers at a neat face that is not particularly harmful or favorable while wiping the food on his cheeks.

If I was told, I would certainly let the girl who had just moved in stand in the hallway and repeat the Q&A conversation.

"I'm sorry. Come inside, if you like."

"It's okay. I don't like standing up."

"I don't think so."

It was different from this.

A phrase that forced her to stand up, in the form of being helped by her preferences, and a fouta without an adult position.

Pass through the room with a sigh of breath and a way out.

She came in looking around to see the floor plan.

"The shape of the room hasn't changed. But I feel calm because I feel alive."

I know that it is not like a 6-year-old.

I was worried about what happened to the tea at hand - but in some ways, this might be an opportunity.

Tea that I have failed to brew many times in front of Lilac.

I wonder if this is the time for a challenge.

"I'm sorry, but there's a sick person here, so please be quiet for a moment."

"Yeah, I see...?

Hmm?

When I look at the pasta, I look at it in surprise.

Ayame rushed towards her with great momentum as she tilted her neck.

"Well well well well well pasta!!

Glittering eyes met the person they longed for.

"Damn, I thought you knew him, damn it."

Quietly murmuring the dirty dialogue of yearning and smashing. She immediately smiled.

"Ahem? How do you know about me?

"You know it! Wow, I can't believe I'm meeting Pasta here! Let's brag to your friends! Oh, no!

"Ah! I can't believe you're so happy. Ehehe, it was worth the good work."

"Cute!!

Futa sees the conversation when she struggles with the pot.

With a little slap on the shoulder and a delighted lizard lying down, Futa gladly abandons the pasta with her eyes turned to "Help me."

"Wow, you were watching the spectacle. Then you know about me.

I wish I could, but this is how I get involved, Lifi.

Ayame, who blinked her eyes, tilted her neck, and her brown hair flowed from her shoulders.

"Who is it?

"Damn it!!

She started sitting triangularly in the corner of the room. "Someday I'll be big," says Reef, throwing up, or is it sad that Pasta is struggling to cope?

"That's a tough one..."

It was a pasta that looked at the lid that put its hand on the chin with a chimeric face and grabbed its fist just to "roll it down later".

"Hey, how about" Yukiyaku "?

"Heh? Ah, there it is!

"Yes! That's what I'm looking forward to most!

"That's right!

Pasta that hides upset and matches conversations.

A truly innocent smile like a fan who accidentally found a very popular gladiator.

Huta only asks the waiter who was walking outside to bring hot water and comes back and listens to the conversation between the two girls (one fake).

If you realize it, you can team up next to the pasta and sit tight on the sofa.

Even so, the sofa for two people is filled with only one person, so it makes me smile.

However, you might think inside of pasta, "If so, please leave a little blank."

"So, when will it be?!

A pasta with slightly lowered eyebrows and sparkling beans.

It is a difficult question to answer at this time.

I only plan to stop using it. If the terrorists are caught soon, we can make the decision as planned.

If you think of it that way, you cannot answer it in a circumstantial manner.

The pasta opens its mouth, concluding that it should be wrapped properly.

"When will it be?"

"Yeah, you don't know Pasta either?

"Yeah, I'm one of society after all... a lot of stuff!

Before Ayame opens her mouth, she says.

"Uhh! Why are you looking forward to it so much?

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you, Ayame."

My favorite girl called me by her name.

Ayame is delighted and relieves his expression with joy. If you look at this kind of place, you can still see that you are a child of the right age.

"... me?

"Yeah, yeah."

Playing with your fingertips as you wrap up your words.

"I used to live south. I don't have many families either. Oniisama doesn't have three of them either!"

"Heh, this is fun!

Pasta also knew that Wolcott's house was in the southern region.

I don't know how many wives I have, but I know that the mansion in King's Landing is a separate mansion, and my parents' home is there. Most aristocrats would live like that.

Richter also has his own home in the northern part of the Kingdom. He hardly seems to be back.

"But when I was called here by your father... at first, I was glad to see him, and he kept up a lot of time with me... there was a lot of lonely time after all..."

"That's right....."

The sympathetic pasta nodded.

"And your father? Spectacular took me to lunch so I wouldn't get bored."

Hula herself can't keep up.

All he did was pick up and drop him off at Spectacular. He was on his way to work in such a way as to leave it to his surroundings.

Still, it's better than spending time alone at home.

"I've been having so much fun watching Pasta. I've been having so much fun at the tournament."

I see. There's a champion there. "

Well!

Well, it's not. and Futa thought while brewing tea with the hot water she had received.

"I heard about your friend Futa from your father - oh, he was Oniisama's Futa!

"That's not the champion's..."

Pasta is entirely at the centre.

Well, there are different ways of looking at it, which is both multilateral and popular.

Even if there is a layer that carries the foot in the spectacle just to see the pasta, it is not a bad thing.

"... that's it. The tournament is over, isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

Certainly. The tournament is not going to last that long.

Pasta could tell that I'm sure I've returned to my original life.

And once you know pleasure, you can still feel lonely - in that case, you can also understand pasta. Not on the head but on the skin.

"It was boring for a while... yesterday. My house....."

"Ah, Ayame, are you okay?

Your body trembles.

Wrap your hands gently and smile calmly.

"Thank you... yeah. My house is gone."

So you're moving?

"It's not all bad. I met Pasta!

The house is gone.

Nothing reacted to it except pasta.

Futa knew about it. Hula's house burned down.

There is no doubt that it would be the work of terrorists.

"But... it's a room I'm not used to. There is a chamberlain, but in the end there is only one. The only thing I'm looking forward to right now is" Yukiyaki Onagaku "."

"... I see."

Oh, I see.

I felt terrible sympathy for Ayame's condition.

I wondered if the pasta was the same, and I gently offered the tea at a glance.

The two of you lined up and thanked Ayame softly for saying, "Thank you, oniichan." I laughed bitterly at the situation, which was no longer completely recognized only as Pasta's brother.

Bye, Ayame.

What is it?

"Can you pay for the tickets?!

This woman doesn't blur.

"Ooh! Ask your father and I'll pay for everything!

"Well then, I'll definitely hold it nearby!

Yeah!

But...

Absolutely, she said.

She didn't say anything professionally about whether or not to hold it earlier.

Pasta with a fist sticking out and arms swinging up.

He distracted himself from the smiling sight and took his tea - and that of the other - to the corner of the room.

"Stay strong."

"Uuuuuuuu... ahh"

"I know how it feels to be a fan."

"You say it's heavy, not poor God."

"Isn't it terrible?