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

― ― "Canteen (Taberna)" Lute.

In preparation for the evening opening, the shop was in a fairly good atmosphere until a little while ago.

Because a half sick woman who was supposed to be there disappeared. Aneze, the shop's sign daughter, who was already worried and anxious, shook her fist down at the same time as she exhaled relieved at Mirabelle who had just returned to the shop as usual.

She said she had a fist bone in the pasta we were talking about. "I've been hit twice! I was shouting, but I didn't know.

Don't worry, the person in question was "flustered outside because it flashed" and it was too much trouble. At the very least, I will contact you and leave you a letter. I wonder if there is any consideration for such other people.

The more Anise preaches, the more Mirabelle flashes.

"Someone worried about me too!

and so on, so I hit it again.

It's been a while since there was such a noise.

Mirabelle and Pasta came to this place to tell Izna and Motsuke that she was safe.

Reef may be there to escort you, so don't worry about the road.

As a matter of fact, Isna and the others made a promise to come back to the store at this time. Pasta exhaled relieved.

It's barren enough to spend time and mind searching for people who know they've been found.

I didn't want to call too many people in my house - that's why I thought it was good to know this shop.

"I'll check again and again, but Mirabelle didn't tell anyone where my house is, did he?

"Yes! I didn't ask anyone! When I was walking around, I smelled cupcakes and sweet smells of flowers that I could smell!! Ah, this is Pasta's house! What!"

"Dog or something?

The orange ponytail shakes lightly in a similarly warm and bright store.

Although she was a very suspicious girl from her words and deeds, she was a pasta with a story that would have been possible if she had been an outsider.

Originally, the house was an Olba Chamber of Commerce villa in a prime residential area. I now own one of the mansions that I used to have when I made secret deals.

In other words, it is also referred to as the residence of the late Beatrice M. Olba. The fact that pasta lived in the house was a fact that I wanted to lie down as much as possible.

When I was walking around, I noticed the smell.

"... it's possible to put on a new perfume."

"Perfume! It looks expensive!"

"Feelings are below children, Mirabelle!

Pasta that responds to a small murmur, turning her to a typical sales smile.

However, it was very serious about perfume.

If asked, it is possible that you can smell it from the smell of flowers. It was made by humans. If even a dog gets caught searching for Beatrix, they might find us.

Risks should be eliminated as much as possible.

Even so, it is now exposed to an unplanned world.

--I 'll ask you what you like.

That was when I was thinking about it.

The swing door of the dining room (Taberna) opened momentarily.

"I can't, I can't find it at all...?

"Master, so Master, there's been a reaction from earlier."

I can't see much behind the young man who stopped, but the voice of a girl who seems to have collided on her back.

But rather than that, it was a problem for the youth to see the Mirabelle and freeze.

"Ah, Izna-san, hi!

"... where have you been?

"Yes, at Pasta's house!

I see. I see.

Mirabel with an innocent smile on his face.

She was unable to react and collapsed with her head in a swinging fist.

"Gyah! Fourth time!"

"Don't go out in silence. I know you were worried."

"Oh, I'm sorry... There are drunken people here who are worried about me...."

"Don't call people drunk."

But, uh, Izna went on.

I opened my swinging fist and stroked a small head that looked like I could grab an eagle.

I'm glad you're okay.

"Gyah! My hair, my hair!

"Women don't get bald so easily."

"It's fucked up!

"You're a mess from the beginning."

"Oh, my God!

Izna, who is shagging her hair, doesn't seem to be angry anymore.

However, he sighed and looked around and noticed the presence of pasta and reefi.

"Ah, pasta... was it Reef? Hey, you guys caught me?

"Hello Ehehe, Izna-san! Rather than capture....."

"I feel like I've been sucked into a trap by my own food. With the mountain fox."

"I don't know... thank you."

"Yes, oniichan told me that Izna is looking for Mirabelle!

"I see... he saved me..."

It was Isna who smiled bitterly.

"But I'm glad they found you, Izna-kun."

"Oh, I'm really worried about Prim."

"Nothing there. Long live they find us."

Izna slightly sticks her fist out to Prim, who smiles as she responds.

"Thank you."

"Good is good."

I bumped into each other.

After that, Izna grabbed Mirabelle's head and wrote a song to apologize, turning the shop into a noisy color.

In the meantime, it was Prim who left behind.

Whatever Mirabelle may have said, I've done my errands, so I can go home.

But it was the red-haired girl I knew that got into her eyes.

I glanced at her and wondered if she cared somehow.

Then he sat down at the table near Prim.

You said something, oneechan.

"--Nobody's listening, so why don't you stop that disgusting rhetoric?

"... people are squeezing up their shame and hedging their risks, so please match them a bit."

She sighs in trouble, poking her cheek cane at the table.

The relationship between baretrix and prime is never good from the beginning.

The case that sold out Corona made it rough, and I haven't spoken properly since.

If that's the case, I've always wondered about the pasta with the cat in the explanatory seat.

"... you and Futa-kun are completely reconciled?

"When? He won't forgive me."

I see.

Primes that narrow their eyes and lean against the wall.

A silent gaze stares at the pasta from top to bottom.

"... what?

"No, I don't think it's natural that Futa won't forgive you. For that, a fact sheet? You've been working with him, haven't you?

"If the purpose is the same, it has nothing to do with our relationship."

"Is that what this is about?

…………

Now it was Pasta's turn to return the Primes.

Looking from top to bottom, she realizes that there is nothing on her back.

Then he turned his half-eye as convinced.

However, this woman does not say that she will not touch the wound because she sensed it.

Rather, she is a pleasant type of woman with a twisted personality.

"Oneechan, what's wrong with your back?

"... there's no reason why I should tell you."

"Oh yeah. Well, I can predict a lot, so that's fine. I lost unusually to Ayroon, I didn't know what I was doing, I couldn't even believe it, and I didn't know what it meant to fight. That's about it."

"That much!?

Speak up, Prim. Fortunately, there was no one in particular looking at the store because it was rough.

"Ahh, I wonder if all samurai with their hearts are together. Is it the heroine of the tragedy that found its weight a while ago in your broken feelings? There's only one woman who's swinging around like an idiot, and no one's going to give me a twist. 36 gallons is still better."

"Nh...!! Guys like you know how I feel...!

"I see. Guys like me don't know. How does a woman feel about losing and admitting her defeat?"

"Admit defeat?

"What are you looking at, Zako? If I were you, I would definitely fight again and again until I smashed the eye rune. --Actually, I do. I don't have time to break."

With a mean smile, she laughs at Prim.

"I don't even know how you feel."

It's not strange to be caught.

With that in mind, Beatrice tore the prime from the front.

If they kill you, Reef's guards will be disqualified, and so on.

However, once the fist was gripped, it was slowly lowered without force.

Seriously, Beatrice lowers one eyebrow.

"Let's fight, let's fight..."

The girl-child, who tended to lean, touched Beatrice's ear.

"I fought and won... what the hell..."

It was kind of close to prime's heart.

Fight, fight, fight.

Win, lose, win.

I've been doing that over and over in my life.

However, I couldn't understand the only thing that happened to Iroon.

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

The will will will be splendid enough.

But something seemed definitely wrong with Prim.

She wanders without knowing what it is.

Win the battle. The posture is correct.

I want to say that the way to make a mistake with the rules is wrong. But she wasn't even interested in fighting a sword.

Hello. For example.

Even if I could win the battle against her now.

Can I laugh? Will it be refreshing?

I don't even know that.

Huh?

"... what is it?"

"I feel like it's the result of an idiot using his head. It's a good symbol of incompetence."

"Are you sure you can't tell one story without making a fool of people?"

"You're just stupid enough not to be stupid enough to talk. I could use a little more fun conversation."

I poke the back of my cheeks with my tongue annoying.

The color of regret that just ran out of the way didn't seem to be felt by the Primes.

He put the liquor on the table and Beatrice continued.

You're a gladiator.

"... yes."

"If we don't fight, you're worthless."

"....."

I don't know.

Put a cheek wand on the table.

I recall the first match of the main competition. A match between Prim and Iron Rune.

I'm sure she's forgotten something important.

I know how it feels to forget.

I know the pain. When it's asexual and angry, Beatrice spins extra words.

"Even if you beat Iron, did you get depressed in the same way?

"Eh...."

Instead of looking up at her, Beatrice continued with distant eyes.

If the result of that first match were different.

If only I had beaten that rape plot and defeated Iroon.

"... I don't know."

"I'm not worried."

Unlike Primes, who can't think of anything else, Beatrix was quick to answer.

How can you say such a thing? She smiles with her nose.

"The world is simple. Thank you for your advice. - Winning is justice."

"... is that so?"

"The same is true of any claim you make. Only the winner can tell what is right. The difference in persuasiveness. Well, let's say, for example, that spider said," In the world, it's money. "You don't have any persuasive shards. But when I say it, it sounds true. That's all."

……

After all.

"Iroon's words sound right because you lost, fish. Simple and clear rules of the world. By the way, the" bad guys "rule.

"Rule of thugs...?

"She was mistaken that she was the same as Futa. Rather, he's just like me. I was covered in mud, and I lived where I would die if I didn't win. For him, losing is synonymous with dying. I won't be forgiven for just lying around like you."

That's why, she said.

"If you want to deny his words and logic, you have to win. - I promise. If I win, I'll feel better."

…………

That's all you have to say, look at the prime.

--I was staring at the beatrix with a distorted expression that seemed to make me cry.

"... what? Disgusting."

"Miscellaneous fish Miscellaneous fish Miscellaneous fish Shut up...!!

Ha.

That's why Beatrice laughed with all his might.

And then...

Raise the corner of your mouth and tell.

"─ ─ I accidentally put my hand on my back to the annoying opponent. Unfortunately, you don't have one right now ~. Yaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

"Ugugugugugugugu...."

It is the composition of a completely bullied and bullied child.

However, Primes with Tearful Eyes had a fighting will to live in anger that had never existed before.

So Beatrice said over and over again.

"Whatever you just said, I can't reach him. Like you, you're stupid, and you'll have to fight the sword honestly until you win. If you want to prove that you're right, you have to do it. I don't want you to be a heroine."

"Gusu... ugu"

Wipe your eyes violently with your arms.

Isn't this the first time?

It was only words that made me cry so much.

Oh, I see. It's so hard to use a wig.

"Regrettable."

"Oh, remember!!

That's what she screamed, and she ran out the swing door.

Ah, here we go. and pasta raised one eyebrow.

Hmm, return to me.

Nothing, it's good that you pulled Prim's ass.

It was very refreshing because I haven't been able to curse people lately.

It's just...

"If you want to prove that you're right, you have to do it. I don't want you to be a heroine.

From earlier on, it was true that I often ran strangely.

I wonder if you would mind this dialogue.

'Cause.

My "win" is your "win"!!! Win!!!!!

Oh, yeah?

"No, no, no, no. No, I did what I could for him. In other words, winwin. I never relied on it. Yes, I will."

The certification is finished.

That's right. I didn't pick on heroin. We did what we could to each other. It can be said that they reinforced each other's weaknesses.

So to speak, partner, I didn't take the heroin for granted.

…………

Hmm, I tilted the liquor on the table.

It's bitter and tasty.

Stay on the table and stick your fingers through the glass.

"I envy you. To each other."

Prim has to stand up for himself.

Me, too.

That's why the heroine in the story was a little jealous.