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

--Wangdu Noble Street. Gringott Mansion.

The prestige of Gringott Mansion is noteworthy even in this area where many noble mansions are lined up.

Its scale, its elegance. It was the most excellent architecture under the castle, worth watching.

Such a Gringott Mansion night.

It was a beautiful melody that came out of the room.

A room where the stars plug in. Most of the keys played relied on it, but they kept spinning a stunning sound concert.

Gently and a little lonely.

The melody, produced with a wide variety of sounds, makes the listener feel attractive.

There was a skilled arm there that could not be played overnight.

"... well done."

The last three or so times I finished playing it by stacking sounds.

The elderly man, who seems to be the butler standing beside him, slaps his hand.

The response was just a snoring noise.

"To this extent, if you're noble, you deserve it."

Gently stroking the piano keyboard, the man stood up slowly.

The man with a slight sweat on his collar is Gracial G. Gringott.

Lift up your pale hair and gently wipe off the sweat on your forehead with a handkerchief.

The butler received the handkerchief and shook his head with a smile for nothing.

"Opera performance in Spectacular earlier. If you played it yourself, the audience would have been more fascinated."

"I couldn't call a court musician. It's pointless."

"Gracial's performance is more beautiful than theirs."

Hmm.

It wasn't a confident smile, it was a smile that somehow contained a mockery.

Yeah, I guess so.

Gently outside the window. Looking up at the sky - he murmured as if he could think of something that could no longer reach him.

"That's all I am."

"... Mr. Gracial"

"Let's change the subject. I don't suppose you're here to talk about the past."

Ha.

Whatever he wanted to say, the butler took a scroll out of his pocket and handed it to him.

"... uhh"

Gracial stroked his chin and murmured.

Pasta-chan slow and cheerful

"What a lovely thing."

"Oh, that's really funny. That's right... I'd love to lend you an opera seat somewhere."

Gracial knew very well that young girls were gaining great popularity in spectacular clubs.

She will focus on performing concerts for children.

Music seems to be popular among ordinary people, and above all, Gracial's desire to support a girl who reveals her talents at this age was twice as strong.

"... but..."

Yes, but Gracial groans.

"After all, it's only a matter of time before they burn the princess, isn't it?

"If you're going to make a decision, that's what you're going to do."

Gracial shook his head as he nodded.

"I don't mind if I do. To be honest, getting rid of a group of Richters is our top priority. And... I can tell you why Spectacular also moves."

"Yes, it's about time...."

I see.

Otherwise, close your eyes.

If Princess Lilac is trying to promote spectacular entertainment without moving on to numerous acts of terrorism.

Their actions as terrorists are becoming a little radical.

Yes, I can't help it.

Gracial gently dropped his eyes on the scroll at hand.

A music festival that fascinates children with their dreams, inspired by the theme "Pasta is slow and annoying."

"... if the shape is different. I was kind enough to support this girl in court."

I shake my head when I say it's a waste.

Still, it's not the girl that matters, it's the princess's despotism. Richter crash. And then...

"Steal the magic of Hula Wolcott."

Steal away his magic form, which is often used by Spectacular Clubs.

"Yes, please."

Ah.

The elderly man is not a butler.

He was in a hostile position to Hula as a court magician, working behind closed doors with Gracial.

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

"Was it good?

"What-- oh, what about the show?

The room after sending out the pleasant sea lions.

Futa, who was continuing to look after Corona, looked back with a lot of thoughts.

Pasta, who had already slept slumberly on the sofa and padded the cupcake, nodded to an ambiguous question with no subject.

"Well, if this is going to give you money, there's no way you're not going to do it."

……

"What kind of eyes?"

"No, not really."

Now that you've made such a bad face, it looks like nothing but kindness to Futa.

I didn't see it, but I was worried too much.

"That terrorist organization. I don't know the whole story at all. I think your concern is probably right."

"I guess so. That's why I said," Someday. "I'm not going to do it tomorrow, and I want you to relax after we finish talking about the terrorist attack."

Pasta rolling on the sofa.

I see. Then it's a little relieved, and it's a fouta that caresses down your chest.

"Just one problem."

The pasta murmurs as the cushion fills its mouth.

"I can't even tell you, it's the same as the noble opera."

"--That means you should also mention the date before the event."

"I know."

That's why she thinks it's scariest to be forgotten by the world while you're hanging around.

After all, entertainment is synonymous with striking iron while it is hot.

If the heat in the tournament cools, the effect will be interrupted.

It's something she doesn't want to think about herself, but now that Pasta has penetrated the world, this project is worth doing.

Terrorism ahead of us.

"What a nuisance. All the Richter aristocrats are targeted... but their aim is to stop the spectacular show. Don't be optimistic about what I do."

"That's right...."

The house continues to be bombed, including by Hula and jewelers.

"- In the meantime, it's not possible to blow up, and it's unlikely how much gunpowder you have in a place as large as Spectacular..." You shouldn't have done that. "

I see. It's not just the way they do it. "

"Really?

"No, this is my prediction. I'm not expecting anything. I don't know if people who only use the same card have faith in it or if they don't want to show their hands."

"Sometimes you say something sharp."

Replacing it with a gladiator is easy to understand.

There are people who have been attacking with the same moves in battle, so the answer is no.

Instead, they may be holding a second arrow as a trap. It is better to think so.

Whatever.

Hold the cushion and squeeze your feet together.

The pasta kept rolling on the sofa.

"This all depends on Lilac. If he gets caught now, I have to do it."

"Oh, no, you don't get guests."

"Oh, you don't know?

"What happened?

Turn the pasta toward the lid with your neck tilted.

"There's nothing going on among civilians. It's just that there's been a little disturbance. Well, that's not the case with the ear rattlers."

"Wait, wait, wait. Does that mean that's it? If we do the show now, do we expect customers to come normally?

"That's right. It's not that strange. Living in the same kingdom is different in the world. I can't tell if I heard an explosion or not.... you were, weren't you?

"Me?

I wonder what that means, I frowned.

Whatever it is, the sound of the explosion should be heard, and you should be fine.

You didn't know anything about magic.

……

"It doesn't matter if you've lived for nearly 20 years, or if it's 30 or 40. There are worlds that you don't want to know or can't know. If you heard that explosion before you met Lilac, you'd be convinced if he said," The aristocrats are experimenting with magic. "

"... really?"

"Seriously. That's how it's controlled so there's no confusion in King's Landing. It's Lilac, isn't it?"

Pasta's point was correct.

Now Futa has no reason to know that, but it is Lilac - and hence the businessmen - who are working to keep the information from reaching the civilian population.

Terrorist organizations also appear to be of the so-called "ideologist" type of terrorism, or they do not intentionally seek to harm civilians.

Their actions, which have been threatening the social world to stop spectacular clashes, were unknown to civilians.

It is also responsible for the recent busy pursuit of Lilac.

For some reason, Lila comes to Futa a little bit.

"Well, I'm usually convinced about information control."

"Is there anything else?

"Not at all. Means controlling information. If the entire King's City is in a state of panic, it is the idea of a terrorist organization. Pride is a hassle. If I were you, I'd blow up a theater where civilians gather."

"That's what you really are."

"Are the terrorists smart enough? I don't know if the pride is high, but I feel like I'm targeting the target thoroughly.... that's really not good."

"There's nothing good or bad about terrorists...."

"You're an idiot. That kind of thought comes to the fore.

Flatten the cupcake like any other HR.

She says plainly.

Soon, we'll figure out who did it.

"Eh...."

That's what I care about.

"Aren't you supposed to be happy?

"No way."

Hold the cushion and fill the bottom half of your face.

Really, like her sister at home, she kept saying sloppy words.

"Once that's done, they'll finally be able to pretend. That's what I'm worried about in Spectacular."

"... I see. Is there any reason around here that they might be targeting the Spectacular?... you know that kind of tendency well."

Me too.

Look up at the ceiling and murmur.

"For now, I'm studying people's minds and movements. Someday I can escape that woman's reading."

……

It seemed that Pasta had always been hostile to Lilac and had been defeated without escaping her calculations.

But I didn't just lose. To get out of here one day, even once. I am not lagging behind in drilling. That's what I was talking about.

"Run, what are you gonna do?"

"Well... I haven't decided anything yet."

Think about it a little. Son, I moved my nose.

The smell is not bad from the cushion I have been holding for a long time.

"... would you like to run away with me?

"Why?"

"Really? I think it's quite interesting. Get that lilac out of King's Landing. I want to see his face then ~"

"Why is that, the direction to sell fights....."

Futa's thinking that it's okay to get permission without doing so is naturally out of line.

Giggling and laughing like a girl, she might be having thoughts at that time.

After a while, open your mouth as you remember.

"... I'm not going to stop anymore. I was going to talk to her about it later."

"Well, then you came to see how it was."

"... that's right. And by the way, actually, I thought it was time for the tide."

The color of your thoughts behind your narrow eyes.

Behind that word, which Futa doesn't know what it meant, was a rush with Lilac.

All her words to date have been genuine. What I had in mind before I visited this place. That's true. Human beings are not clever enough to talk about their thoughts.

To talk like this is to say that there are answers within you.

On top of that, everything she said.

When Lilac says, "Do it," the answer is simple in view of the story of having to do it.

If you don't tell me to abort here, Lilac will have it all sorted out soon.

Close your eyes thinking so much.

"Hey, Futa."

"What is it?"

"... nnh, no. Nothing."

Say it.

No.

─ I will never put your burden on you.

That's what I just said.

Looking up at him, there is a girl who sleeps softly in a bed that naturally enters her eyes.

Leave her alone and help me if you need me.

Even if my mouth is ripped, I'm not going to say anything.

"Well,"

Of course, I roll and get up from the sofa.

Throw away the sparing cushion.

"Well, I'll be back. Mirabelle, I'm keeping you waiting."

I see. Thank you for your sympathy. "

"Yeah."

Wave your hands.

Pull up Reef, who is still holding his knees, behind him as he tries to take him.

Futa felt uncomfortable with the current exchange.

Mirabelle Matacetelsi?

"What!? Hey, pasta!"

"What's the matter, suddenly?"

"Mirabelle, where are you!?

"I'm not here. You're composing at my house. Something that inspired the song. I don't know if I'm an artist. Somehow they're trying to find out about my house. Too scary."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Huta tells Izna that she's in a hurry and that she's trying her best to find Mirabel.

The amount of pasta on the forehead where the tingling and blue muscles float.

"Ooh, ok."

Holding his fist, he nodded thinking of an idiot who went out without permission.

"I was still feeling ill, but it fluttered outside, and I thought I got permission because I was" okay ". Ked.... I'll punch you."

"Yeah, I'll take mine too."

Artist skin is a nuisance because of this.

In the meantime, it was Futa who started thinking about how to contact Izna and Motsuke.