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

― ― "Canteen (Taberna)" Lute.

Ten days from now.

The echoing words attracted the attention of all those who were in the cafeteria.

No one was here who didn't know what it was about.

Pasta is a very cute subject that won't hurt anything but her dignity.

The more fictitious a masterpiece that fascinates children with expectations and hopes, the more plays and plays, after all, are fictional stories.

That's why there's no resistance to charming people with fakes.

Rather, if there is one, it is simply to show off something that cannot be done.

Take a short, light-haired look at everyone's faces. Lastly, Mirabelle G. Gringott.

"I know! It is the job of this Mirabelle to prepare songs for that!! Gard, it's so sad!

"My head is so simple... But you've got the song you asked for, right?

"I arranged it because it didn't hold well, but I made about 10 other songs."

"... I'll let you hear it later"

Pasta, a producer, has a terrible headache before a woman who can simultaneously power her talents with just idiots at the same tension.

In retrospect, when I came to Pasta's house, it was this Mirabelle woman who boarded in with a phrase "I came up with a good song".

She sighed lightly and nodded with a feeling of dependency.

Then, Izna, who stroked her jaw, stared at the pasta with her eyes at something unusual.

"Heh, you really had a cat on."

"Izna-san has found out, and it's okay."

I think back when we came to the fact sheet together.

The real feeling of screaming without thinking. Though it was the result of completely emotional advance, it seemed that this izna was just a cat cover.

"I'm not stupid, I get it. It may be you as it is, but it may be you in your usual life. I don't change my mind, so it's good."

"Yes, thank you."

Pasta nods with a cool "business owner" expression that makes it easy to move.

Izna raised her mouth and put her hand on her head in such a "dumb" manner.

--Don 't get me wrong. Instead of finding out the real pasta, Izna thinks she's a really smart nine-year-old wearing a cat.

"I know what you're thinking, brother."

"No... no"

"Isn't it? Be honest around here. He's a little depressed now. Sweet him up later."

"... ~ ~!! I know!!

Pasta was returned in the sense that I knew he was dented.

Izna nodded well when she thought it was a lot sweeter later.

Pasta with arms tied together and noses snorted.

I have a headache because I think it's going to be extra messy how far it's "swinging" and how far it's going to be real.

I just don't know.

It's the same as when I was spinning words in the reality, and now it's almost the same as the truth no matter what I say at the earliest.

It is another story that if you don't say anything decisive, even though you are not a 14-year-old brother and sister, you will hardly ever see it again.

"Anyway! I talked to the princess about holding it in 10 days. That's why we have to move. Just..."

"... just what?

Pasta heading back to Izna again.

The eyes were serious, and Izna raised her eyebrows slightly.

Wherever the teasing went, the air that transformed both of them became a little tingling for the people around them.

But Pasta opened his mouth without a problem.

"The fact that Mirabelle was being chased remains unchanged."

Izna nodded.

I see. That's why I was worried about where this idiot was walking. I'm not stupid, I get it. "

"Well, that's quick. You'll be on Mirabelle for the next show. Can you keep an eye out for me?

"Of course I don't mind. The bigger the stage, the more conspicuous it is. I still don't know who the bad guys are."

"I see. I have to be more vigilant now than I can think of a case of being targeted."

If you know the principle of their behavior, "This day is safe. You can speculate that this time is safe, but you must always be careful when you can't grasp the other person's movements.

It's just...

― ― Lilac has been hoping to host in 10 days.

If it doesn't mean it's cleared up within 10 days, it's probably going to be a raid.

At that time, it is a natural defensive measure for pasta to have Izna accompanied by a set of mi-labels.

"I don't know what happens to Fouta."

"What, you didn't come to see me? On a sunny stage."

"You don't have to come here!!!!!"

"Don't let it shine."

"No!!!!!

- The royal castle, Huta's private room.

Except for the minimal errands, I stayed by the side all the time.

I decided to take a shallow sleep so that I could cope with sudden changes all the time, and watched her all the way around as I continued my daily exercises with moderation.

I was worried, and there was no good news that she would be well enough.

However, there was one factor that lightened the mind.

"... you've come a lot."

Yes, a talking murmur.

Friendly people who have heard the news that Corona has fallen.

A friend who reached out to me worried about her.

When something happens, there is such a thing.

That's how she helps.

It was a pleasure for Futa to be able to confirm it.

No one can help you with a painful disease.

No one looks at you. Instead, I'll even turn it into evil.

Such a sad and painful reality is limited to this king's capital, and not to this royal castle. At least they don't exist as long as they're within your reach.

It was a fact that just seemed to make things a little easier.

".... nh"

Light personal routine.

In bed, your body is small and bends over.

Is it hot or cold? I was about to get up from the side chair to see if there was anything I could do.

"... ah, Master Futa"

"Corona, you're awake!

"... nfufu, how dare you wake up from the beginning..."

Oh, yeah.

A loose smile strokes the girl's forehead to do the right thing.

I still have a fever. However, the girl who left the secret medicine said that there was no problem with her physical condition.

Then it makes sense to wake up like this.

The girl would naturally just snort her nose, but then she finally woke up and was reassured that Futa was relieved.

"Good, good."

"I'm still sleepy, can I sleep a little longer..."

"Oh, get some rest and get well."

"Tihihi"

Upper cheeks.

It looks like it stinks.

She smiles weakly and gently, reassuring the viewer.

"I'm glad I didn't say goodbye"

"That's right... say something worrying."

"I didn't know.... sorry?

"It's okay, it's okay. No, nothing."

That's how I woke up again.

"I wish I wasn't worried about something."

With a sleepy eye, just twist your neck and look around.

As she realizes, she says.

With an exhaling, nuanced voice.

"This is the best place where the maid is looking....."

"Isn't it? That's my bed, right?

"It fits....."

She nodded with a pleasant smile, and she couldn't help but fall in love.

If I was told it was the best place, I could just give it away.

The smell of Futa...

"Oh, I hope it doesn't smell sweaty."

"Mmm. Calm down....."

I'm going to sleep.

Say so.

Close your eyes slowly again.

The quiet, calm breath of sleep began to sound like it was soaking in the room again.

Fouta exhales one breath.

Not for anyone, but for everyone who thought of her.

"Thank you."

Saying that, he looked up at the ceiling.

That's when I knocked.

"Go ahead."

Excuse me.

Here comes the "healer" woman.

I lost my black hair. Did you say my name was Suylene?

"How's it going?

"I just woke up once."

"Eh. Really?

Huta nodded to her in surprise.

"I didn't think you'd wake up yet, but... let me see."

Ah.

Huta was silently staring at her.

I put my hand in Corona's abdomen and checked in with a healer. Last time, I was distracted that it wasn't exactly what men were looking at.

─ I sense signs of magic. Exclude?

I'm worried about that whisper now.

"- What do you think?

"I'm surprised....."

As she touched her with her hands, Suylene murmured.

Fouta has no talent for rushing.

I can't tell if she's really worried about Corona, or if she's a vicious magician.

That's why I waited for her words in silence.

Then, under his gaze, Squirrel raised her face.

I told him.

"... the magic that I couldn't solve is solved."

I see. Is that the magical handicap you were talking about?

"I see. Solving it isn't an obstacle, is it?"

"I see... it's difficult. You don't know why?

"The pathogens are gone in the first place, so I don't know now. Rather, I want to know how it was solved. Something wrong?

Speaking of which, there was.

There was certainly someone who was completely relieved.

Besides, there was a girl who brought me a secret medicine.

"Oh, a lot of guys came to see me. Not as good as you are as the Healer, but you have to think of a lot of ways."

"... yes.... I'm in trouble."

Stunning sigh.

She says with her arms tied to her eyebrows.

"It seems to have worked well this time, so it's good. If amateurs make their own decisions, there are many cases where it gets worse. Do you understand?"

Ah, ahh

Remembering the woman who put the secret medicine in without asking questions, Huta nodded.

However, Squirrel stared at the corona in a daze and murmured.

"What did you do to fix it?

Eh?

"I didn't know either. And yet, she's in better shape.... do you know that there is an epidemic in King's Landing right now?

"No...."

"The only thing I have in common is a fever."

"... oh, maybe"

I remember Mirabelle.

She certainly fell and was found, feverish and drowned.

I wonder if Corona's disease is similar, and Futa leans her neck.

"I think I have an idea. And many of you don't know how to fix it."

I see, I nodded my feet.

And Mirabelle and Corona. The one thing they both have in common is the girl.

However, I was a little discouraged from telling the woman in front of me about her.

After all, she doesn't know exactly who the girl is.

In such a state, it is suspicious that you may believe that there is a better skill than "healer" in the first place.

So Huta gently pointed at the vial on the table.

"... how amazing is this medicine?

"... what is this!?

Squirrel grabbed the vial in a hurry.

Seriously stare at it and ask it with a look at the lid.

"Can I open it?

Oh, well.

Unless it's opened separately.

If she answers yes or no, she unplugs and feels the fragrance.

"... there's someone who gives this stuff to her."

"Um... when I ask you this, is it that bad?

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"Ghiaa...!?

Don't leave me!! The scream fell into my throat.

"Sure, it's a powerful medicine to get people back to normal in the dead. If we don't keep the capacity, it's a deadly drug."

"Huh!? He said," Let me drink like a snack! "

"... the boulder can only be said to be ignorant. I'll advise you as a healer, but you only have two drops left."

"2 drops...."

Seriously staring at the vial, Futa murmurs.

"Okay."

"In the meantime, I'll come back and see what's going on. But... I'm really glad."

"Oh, thank you."

"I can't do anything. Bye."

Tell her she's turning away.

Corona's health is not yet perfect.

Fouta managed to find the light.

--While the lid is stuck to the corona.

The King's City gradually prepares itself for a bloody festival.

"But the secret medicine doesn't solve the magic. That man is hiding something from me...."