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

--A noble city, a party venue.

A social party held at a noble house to celebrate the birth of the eldest son.

Richter was a close opponent and a man who had carried his feet, but to be honest, he had to celebrate his son's birth for a second time.

Since I was called, I want to think of his son first and have fun talking to my husband about the future.

But it is also true that the situation does not allow it.

Though I had itchy thoughts, I went around to gather information.

And as a result,

"... awkward."

It was the host of the feast who was delighted to welcome Richter.

"Oh, thank you, Richter."

"You're in a good mood"

Good evening, Richter.

Among the aristocrats who left the scene with only a light greeting, there were many who were part of the so-called "aristocracy", or Richter.

If you welcome Richter, who has a good family, a lot of track record, and is still working on a huge business, there are not many reasons to stay away.

She breathed out, saying that it was probably caused by the explosion.

Aristocrats around Richter are being targeted one after another.

They are not weary of the grief either. That's probably what it is. I know exactly how it feels.

However, it is the guilty group's idea that no one will be around Richter in this way.

Even if you know it, it's rude to say, "It's possible to be blown up, but stay with us." As it stands, I have no choice but to grab the killer's tail under the water.

"You've been here a long time, Richter."

That's when the voice came out.

It was Gracial who walked to Richter, who was properly pinching the meat on the table, who rarely took one of the surrounding men with him.

Lift his blue hair up against the narrow-eyed Richter, and he tells.

"The people's hearts were also separated. These brave men are your enemies. Shouldn't we get off now?

"The Girls? Are those the names of the terrorists?

"Oh, I can't be sure of the King's restoration publicly."

To put it mildly, it is synonymous with admitting that the present king has no power.

But Richter knew that this man was giving them roughly. Richter shook his head at him as he continued to say good-bye.

"If you were in my position, would you get off?

"... if I were you, I wouldn't be teaming up with the princess"

"I'm not talking about it in such a limited way. If the terrorists started attacking your family, they'd get out of there."

……

Shake a glass of wine.

Gracial gazed at the blurry red - murmuring.

I'm not coming down.

"That's what it is. You and I are all alike."

"Ha, don't come with me. I'd be hunting down the terrorists and killing them all by now."

I wonder. They're surprisingly cleverly hiding their tails. "

It is as if it were the refuge of the nobles.

Richter, who poured meat into the wine, glanced at Gracial.

This man knows he's suspicious, too.

On top of that, I came to talk about this. It has no more meaning than restraint.

Then there was one thing that bothered me.

"The story will change."

Hmm?

Close your eyes and remember a little while ago.

When Izna Sicienzan went out of her way to visit Richter's mansion.

He said there was someone looking for him. And the name is.

"--Is it possible that Mirabelle is alive?

"... what about...?

The expression stains with surprise. Then thoughts. And anger.

"What kind of joke is that? And gradually, I'm going to ruin the celebration seat."

"- You don't have anything in your ear, do you?

"So what are you talking about!!

More and more, the noise of knocking on the nearest table - the nobles around them pay attention to something. And when I found out that Richter and Gracial were facing each other, I hurried away.

But the two in the center don't mind.

Richter stared at him in a grim and calm manner, without changing his eyes as he explored.

Gracial, on the other hand, stares at Richter with his sharp eyes, as if he had touched him on a backscale.

"He's dead. My mother killed me. You know... that's why I'm on trial... and I'm sure you know Temee well...!!

"Oh, I remember it was a pretty light disposition. --Well, your mother was found dead after that. It was suicide."

"The shame of the Gringots.... mother's goodness. Mirabelle. Why is his name coming up here now?"

"... I see."

"Richter!!

In front of Gracial's angry mind, Richter thinks calmly.

I still can't grasp the situation, but apparently Gracial doesn't know who Mirabelle is after.

But that's also an unnatural story. Looks like the guys they were after used explosives. So many criminal groups can't possibly possess explosives.

So there's one answer that comes out.

The man in front of you doesn't seem to be at the center of it, even though he's connected to a criminal group.

--There are still mysteries about the person who named Mirabelle.

"If you don't know, fine."

"Nothing's good here, Richter!!

"Maybe I just put the right bluff on you. Don't do that."

"Temee would do such a thing!

"Come on. You've already cut your hand. - Don't listen to what you know."

That's how Richter turned his back on Gracial.

And when I saw the people around me rushing across the road, I exhaled.

Oh dear, it seems to have caught my attention again.

If you see a place where you rub it from the front with Gracial, people will leave again.

I want some information and people now.

Hey, Richter ~!

……

And the voice that hangs there.

At a nearby table, a slowly fat man who could not read the air shook his hand and called Richter.

"This is so delicious!!"

"... hmm. Can you afford to come to the party?

"What are you saying? You said you could eat a lot for free."

Bonless Hammotto cares about the air and continues to eat as usual.

There is no one around him.

That's true. The current owner of the stupid Hammotto.

It is this man who is blended with incompetent pigs, and even from the family of Richter, he is decorated cold.

That's why Richter lays his eyes down a little.

Whatever you seem to be using, you have some important documents under him. And he said, "I want you to keep a little piece of paper."

No one will look at you.

"... well, you can eat whatever you want."

"Ufufu, you don't have to tell me!! Richter..."

"I'm good."

"Really... it's delicious..."

He enjoyed a delicious meal in a way that was not as beautiful as usual.

- The royal castle, Huta's private room.

"... are you going to perform?

Behind Futa's gaze was a maid dressed girl very similar to Lilac.

After thorough cleaning, Huta raised her eyebrows slightly as she contacted her with a message from the Princess.

"In this situation, do you want to play spectacular?

"Do you mean Corona in this situation? Or"

"Terrorist organization. No, I couldn't help but tell Lila."

"No... I can tell the princess later, and I can answer to some extent.

"... I see. Now, let me ask you something."

I just spoke to Pasta the other day.

If we keep performing, they might even attack Spectacular.

That girl will stand in the arrow again.

Even so, she buys her courage, but no matter how hard she is, she is a luxurious and weak girl.

At least Futa thinks so, and she's not actually wrong.

I'm not going to compare myself to my sister, but at least I don't think I'll be safe from the front with the terrorists.

That is why the decision to perform after 10 days naturally requires a sense of impatience.

"I wonder if Lilac has any ideas. At least now I'm worried. Even just....."

Blink your eyes to the bed.

I woke up several times after that, but my days on the hospital bed remained the same once I had a light meal.

I am worried about Corona and can't help it, but it is not enough to increase the number of anxiety seeds.

"I know how you feel."

Lila's answer was simple.

I nodded and looked straight at the lid. I didn't see any fear of shards in those eyes. Just for the time being. I felt confident about something.

"It's just... that's right. Could you wait?

Wait?

"Yes, the princess seems to have a lot of ideas."

"... well, I don't have a choice if I don't believe Lilac."

Lift your arms together.

That was the heart. There is also confidence that she will not fail if she decides to do so.

But I'm still worried about what I'm worried about.

Lila thought for a moment about Futa's expression of such a conflict.

And because it's Lila, she spits out the words she can.

"Are you anxious? Like sacrificing pasta again."

"That's...."

With a girl very similar to Lilac in front of her, Futa is a little worried.

However, the resemblance is not Lilac herself.

Fouta lowered her eyebrows in a little trouble.

"Honestly, yes. Lilac cares about Corona. So I'm sure you'll be okay with Corona. Even King's Landing. Because we are looking to the future ahead, we will not put King's City in danger. But... Richter and the pasta guy... could be an obstacle to Lilac."

As I knew it well, Lila narrowed her eyes a little.

"But, Richter is a friend to me, and pasta... has become an irreplaceable existence to me."

"Eh...."

"If you're worried about what Lilac is doing, that's all."

"... an irreplaceable existence? What if it's gone?

"I don't want to think about it. Just... at least."

Looking straight at Lila with her chest in distress, Futa told her.

If he's gone, I can't stand in the arena anymore.

It is also my weakness. I understand.

But in the world after she's gone, will she be able to play the role of champion? I can't, Futa assures you.

I can only imagine when I was in Colosseum, or even worse, exposing myself to an abominable form of indecency.

I don't rely on her for anything.

Rather the opposite. I can no longer feel the value of acting as a champion in the arena where she's gone.

It's a dream that came with us, but what's the value of holding it alone?

……

"Mr. Lila?

"... that's right."

Her eyes, which gently stroke her lips, seemed to miss her terribly.

I stopped at one point before I could swim my gaze as expected.

What was there was a side table.

Sitting down, vial.

…………

Silent time is passing.

"... I'm not sacrificing pasta anyway."

"Really?

"Yes, she's a human resource that we need going forward. If you get in the way, yes."

Because if you take your life, you'll be sad.

"Give me a little happiness somewhere and let me live quietly on the border."

"- I see. Yeah, that's right.... no, isn't that what Lila decides?

"Oh, it's a message."

"This too!? You're reading all my thoughts!?

The man in front of me said, "It's a boulder."

"Little happiness. Marriage?"

Well, yeah.

".......................................... is that so?"

"Anything?

"No, not really."

"... you said something."

"You don't have to get married to be happy, do you?

"Eh. I don't know... I don't know."

"If you can't be happy without getting married, he'll be unhappy forever, won't he?

"What!? Mr. Fouta, I just said something."

No, yeah. It is a lid with arms.

I want Lilac to fulfill her dreams, and I want Corona to be happy. Nothing, pasta?

"Well, I don't know about him. If Master Lilac had promised me, I wouldn't have gone any further."

"Is that so...."

It doesn't matter, but Lila exhales one breath.

"Izna-sama stands by her escort for a while, and I don't think it's safe if there's not much left to do."

"Ah, I see. You're with Mirabelle. Is that so? Then I'll have to ask Izna about it...."

"I understand."

An admirable thank you.

I wouldn't be so grateful if you could take a message to Izna.

"Thank you."

Thank you very much.

Terrorist assault, spectacular entertainment.

I honestly felt itchy that there was so much going on in King's Landing that I couldn't do anything.

Looking forward to the trouble of Futa, Lila smiles.

"Fufu"

"Huh?"

The expression unexpectedly rounded Fouta's eyes.

Though I thought that the technique of stroking lips and serious talk was well made as a kae-Dama.

Now the smile is like a real lilac.

"It's okay. You'll have the chance to move."

"...... et al."

"Master Lilac...?

And!!! The Princess!!!!

"Ah, ahh! That's right! No, I was surprised, it looked so much alike now."

"That's right. Ufufu.... you were so alarmed because you didn't notice much..."

What did you do when you left?

Although I said that, there is nothing I can do about it now.

Corona's condition is still unpredictable.

In case of her sudden change, "you must leave a trusted person".

Only one person falls under that condition.

Lilac and I have the same thoughts about itching.

As long as we keep Huta moving. By now, we should have eliminated one terrorist organization or another.

With that in mind, Lila shook her head. I don't need to talk to you about it.

Probably...

I wonder if anybody's here.

This, this little knock sound.

A suffocating voice tone.

Faced with Lila, Huta looked at the door and shouted.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Excuse me.

How tall is the door knob?

With a slight expression of her face, she shakes her long brown hair and enters the room.

It was Ayame Wolcott who started visiting his neighbor Huuta frequently because he was lonely.

"Oh, it's not Lila. Good afternoon."

"Yes, hello, Ayame."

"... you look familiar. I see. It's a maid."

And when I said, I came to the center of the room.

Greet the corona sleeping in the bed.

"Good morning, Corona. I'll see you later."

"You should be feeling better soon."

"That's right. That's good."

Whoa, whoa, a magic spell full of flowers.

"Please have one."

"Thank you."

"It's going to disappear soon."

"I knew."

A cute yellow tulip that disappears with dust in a few seconds when the lid is touched by hand.

"Yes, Lila, I have a favor to ask you."

"Yes, what is it?

Girls smiling and smiling seem to enjoy spending most of their time here.

Grasp your brown hair with both hands and show it in two at the back of your head.

"Can't you have a hair like this?

Yeah, I can do that.

"Oh, good. Please don't."

Lila starts tying her hair from behind her sitting on the sofa.

Fouta thought it was like a prime haircut.

In fact, I didn't think you were sending it to me.

"Peace, Corona."

With eyes on the back bed in the gentle air, Futa murmured.

Lower your eyebrows and glance at the vial.

--A short time before Lila came.

Suddenly my breathing went wrong and I used a secret medicine once.

Thanks to this, my condition has calmed down....

Hmm!? 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 there's only two more drops left.

"2 drops..."

"Can I use one more drop?"

Please heal me by then.

Yes, I hope so.