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

--Office of the Princess.

Two days early from Richter's head-on social party.

Unlike the glorious feast hosted by the nobles, Richter also wondered why the call from the royal family was so cold.

That being said, it's inner.

It's not very good, but I can't say it.

This is the body that serves the kingdom and the royal family, if only it could serve this country.

"... are you getting less and less resistant to calling me here, Your Highness?"

"There's no resistance from the beginning. You're the one who's missing the color of unnecessary vigilance."

"I don't need it...."

That said, it was also a definite story that the blurriness was unexpectedly loose enough to get out of my mouth.

One of the changes is that she has been able to grasp some of her guiding principles from a mysterious fear organism that doesn't know what to do.

I'm certainly terrified, and I don't know what you're thinking. I somehow understood that it was not a monster that I wanted to call and take and eat.

Nevertheless, it is understood that if you say something rough, you can quickly push all kinds of annoyance as a quality, and if it is no longer useful, it will be quickly cut off.

All I can do is show my abilities and plan a countermeasure against her behind my back.

Tilting the teacup, she looks up at Richter standing in front of her desk and smiles.

I wonder if Richter is the only one who feels a terrible evil in that troubled smile.

"This terrorist incident."

The way we talked about it was a tyrant rather than a princess.

Huh

"Shouldn't we have fought a little faster?

"Well, what do you think? I had to find out who the enemy was."

In the dark, I thought you might have one more than you left behind.

Richter narrowed his eyes slightly.

Richter had an approximate idea of what the nominal name of the call was.

It's definitely about terrorism.

Besides, is she an enemy or ally of Richter? Both have the article "only now" on their sides.

"To a certain extent, do you think you've been able to grasp the situation?

"Well, yes. At least I didn't know you wanted to stop."

Sure. Naturally… it is clear that their purpose is to stop the spectacular entertainment - and thus to crush me and your economic base. "

"Yes"

Definitely.

Richter nods that's right.

At least there's a criminal statement out there. On top of that, the King's Reinstatement came.

I'm sure that's what they're after.

However,

Neither the princess nor the treasurer is foolish enough to swallow it.

Had you really received it at face value, this meeting would have taken place a little sooner - and above all, it would have been crushed already.

Somehow.

"Now, what are the people on the back thinking?"

"How much about you?

"Even though the nobles are partnering with the court wizard's division,"

"Ah, almost the same. It's Gracial."

"Yeah."

In the first place.

It is strange that terrorists who act so flashy in this kingdom have not been caught so far.

The abandonment that stripped the nobles is expensive. However, the fact that this situation persists is almost certain when one sees the same "aristocrats" sheltering them.

The line was already thought of as two people - after all, they didn't know each other as enemies, so it was too late to face each other.

But on the contrary, the fact that the two people are summarizing their opinions in this way also means that they understand each other's differences.

"Terrorism of bombings, including noble mansions. For the time being, the free man who mistakes it for justice. I know roughly what the Gringots behind us are after."

I thought you were involved with the court wizard.

"Yes, it's probably the extraction of spectacular magic techniques, including diffusive voice magic."

"Unplug - no, no, no!

It was not impossible for Richter to panic.

Indeed, Richter thought about the line.

In addition to the factions, including the leader Hula, there are several other groups of court wizards.

And a group of wizards formerly associated with factions had power.

Hula is most powerful now, for example, because he has all the spectacular projects in partnership with Lilac.

Of course, it's no strange that there are forces that think they don't like it, and if you think about the decline of the faction that is withering away right now, you will definitely feel jealous.

Depending on each faction, technology can be hidden from each other - diffusive voice magic is one of them.

It's probably not surprising how much you think about taking away the technique.

"Where do you think you can get enough gunpowder to blow up a spectacular cluster?"

"That's right...."

Lilac strokes her lips as she ponders.

In fact, this is why Richter rejected this theory himself.

Though we're bombing a few idiots' mansions, we think we can provide enough gunpowder to blow up a stone castle spectacle that can accommodate 50,000 spectators.

It is just a substitute that is forbidden to manufacture in the private sector. The same is true even for aristocrats.

I see. I did find that he had enough gunpowder to blow up the Mansion, but anything is out of the law.

It's just...

This means that at least the princess thinks that there can be that line.

"- What do you mean?

I have no choice but to ask about it.

With a sharp temper in her pale eyes, she looks at Richter.

"Did you hear about the bombing of a civilian cafeteria?

"... yeah, well. It was so floating that I didn't bite to pieces of information."

There are three main levels of intelligence investigative capability.

Ability to gather a lot of information first. This simply requires the ability to determine the breadth of the network and where the information may be found.

The ability to scrutinize the information gathered next. Ability to collect false alarms and corresponding one-handed information to verify their authenticity.

And finally, the ability to connect situations from that gathered information and derive the truth.

Even though Richter had the information himself, it was truncated at the last stage of his ability. I was sitting down thinking maybe it was another group that stole the gunpowder, or their bluff or something.

"I went to the scene."

"His Highness himself?

"Yeah, so... I found it a little interesting."

"... it doesn't seem interesting at all, but what is it?

"There was almost no trace of gunpowder."

"Ha...?

Instead, it was a small stone fragment that was rolled over the desk rubblessly.

Richter gently picked up the fragment of the wall at the time of the blast, which was only about the size of his thumb.

Then you look carefully at it and notice it.

"... what is this engraving?

"I've had Hula verify it, and I'm pretty sure it's a trace of magic."

"Nhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Unexpectedly, Richter's ankles relaxed and crouched.

In the first place, the assumption was wrong.

There was no background for the manufacture of gunpowder.

Whether we search logically or searching, we will not find a clandestine site, and there will be no sign of an intrusion into the mine where the mine was scrapped.

Richter sighs when he realizes that most of the hard work he has been investigating has been wasted.

With Richter, I went to the flaming aristocratic mansion to investigate.

However, I couldn't tell which one was gunpowder and which one was the burning scum of the mansion, because the house had completely collapsed.

--The scary thing is this woman.

I often look at such a small stone from the fragments of the blasted wall.

I mean, is that it?

Rising loosely, Richter threw a question in front of the princess.

"If there is a large amount of stone engraved with the magic stamp, you can even detonate the spectacular clay."

That's what it is.

Meanwhile, she gently slapped her silver hair in her ear.

Well, I don't care.

I told her.

"Oh, yes? Explode?"

"Yes, as far as the case of blowing up a spectacular cluster is concerned,"

"Ha, ah... well, I see. If His Highness is all right with it."

Exploding the spectacular cluster is still an unbelievable part.

But if it happens, it's definitely the biggest thing.

If that's what you're going to do.

Why did you call Richter?

"... it feels kind of weird."

"What do you mean?

Small, sighing.

Even your glossy breath and boring eyes.

She annoys herself.

"Fools who mistake the blast itself for justice and hostiles who want to shake the economic foundation from the blast.... I know the motive."

"... I see. Certainly."

Richter understood what I had to say.

I found out how they behaved and why they did it. Why did you take this action? Why did you commit the crime of terrorism?

"Explain".

But...

"Why did you end up like this?"

"Yes, it's a last resort, even if it's an act of terrorism. It's what people do when they're cornered. So, are they so poor now? Me, Richter, and Hula. By the hands of Spectacular."

"... it's easy to say it depends on how we feel."

"Exactly. If that's what they think, it's a convincing story. But...."

"His Highness feels a little confused there.... I mean, there's still another reason."

It may be something, it may be people, it may be faith, it may be hallucinations.

There are many possibilities. But Lilac has one thing to say.

This means that the certification has not yet been completed.

"I see. So far, the information has been shared. Even I will continue the investigation."

After all, Lilac said he'd take care of the Spectacular Blast. I can't go home without my hands.

--It seems from the edge that this was her purpose.

"Yes, please.... and Richter."

"What is it?

Look up at Lilac's words like he remembered.

"The fact that the aristocrats around you are being targeted one after another. Do you know how to handle this?

"How to deal with it?

Move to stop it.

Lilac shook his head at the sigh as he leaned to Richter to see if there was anything else.

"You too, there are places where your feet are in a state of paralysis.... the target is you, Richter, from the beginning. Then why did I attack your family?"

"... are you threatening me?

"Yes, there will be. Things aren't in one context. Naturally, there are multiple objectives. --On the contrary, is there anyone in your faction who isn't being targeted?

"... well, yes."

"Are they still near you?

"... it's gone away. If you think your house might blow up, there's nothing you can do."

So Lilac shook his head.

I caught Richter straight in view and told him.

"On the contrary."

Whatever happens, Richter connects everything in himself before he responds.

Conversely, what does that mean?

That means "order."

I didn't leave because I didn't want to be targeted.

They left, so they stopped targeting us.

What that means is...

"Lord Roosegood. If you don't love the jewels under Richter forever, why don't you follow us?"

─ I refuse. I still owe Richter my house. "

"... even if I pay off my debts?

You owe me, don't you? It's not just about the money.

"I see... I'm sorry."

The fact that someone who had been contacted and did not nod was framed.

No way.

"So watch out for those around you now. That's the least I can do... well, is it a piece of advice for you?"

"Ah... thank you."

Lilac murmured boringly as he lowered his head and abandoned Richter's back as he left.

"― ― Sometimes my feet become sluggish. That's what I said. Do you accept more than words? Otherwise... your family other than the" aristocrats "will be targeted."

Well, it doesn't matter.

--Hammot Mansion.

A few days later.

Hammot Mansion had unusual visitors.

His name is Gracial G. Gringott.

A young aristocrat opposed to his faction leader, Richter.

Nevertheless, in view of the position, it is impossible to refuse.

Bonless Hammot, who welcomed him, passed through the cafeteria.

No, I was wondering if there were soldiers there.

Somehow, the three slaves now brought to King's Landing were hidden behind.

It would be good if Gracial looked at me and said, "Give me a hand." That belongs to me.

"Well... what can I do for you? Ah, there was delicious meat. Go ahead and have dinner if you want."

"No, I'm going home when I talk to you. I don't mind."

"Really... it's delicious."

If it drips, the fat around the neck will loosen.

Glacial, staring at the slightly fat figure as if it were dirty, sat on a nearby chair.

I also sat down at Boneless. That hand's gaze is no longer familiar.

Many of the soldiers in the back have the same eyes, but there are nobles and soldiers in the boulders. They don't say anything in particular.

"What is the story?"

"No, what? It's a simple story. - Put it on my side."

"... what do you mean?

"I really don't know why you're making a face like this... well, if you look at Richter's current situation, you don't know. He's trying to maintain spectacular clarity even after being targeted by terrorism. That's a mudboat. I'm not going to tell him I'm going to pick him up before he sinks."

"Haha, I see."

Wipe your fat forehead with a fine handkerchief.

Boneless kneading hands in a soft state.

"Well... I mean, that's it. You betrayed Richter."

"It was Richter who betrayed me. I can't protect my family in this situation."

"Is that what this is about?"

"You have a family, too. You have a collar. It is a difficult position to protect, a duty of nobility. There's no reason to lie to him until he leaves."

"Hah... well..."

"Isn't it?

Put your feet together and Gracial continues.

"According to what I hear, I'm not entrusted with a big post. I could have welcomed you on better terms than him. What do you think?"

"Well... I don't know what to say... but when I welcome someone like me, it's a big deal..."

"Oh, my God, hey."

Huh?

Gracial shook his head in a humble smile.

"You have endless possibilities. I'm not talking about what happens now. I'm just saying I should try my best from now on. Isn't that right?"

"I see... I see..."

Gracial is irritated by the look of confusion.

--In fact, it was true that I wanted to bring Bonless in.

Looks like this guy's got some important papers from Richter.

It is, for example, a detailed map of the spectacular cluster.

That's why I didn't blow up this mansion, so I'd like to draw Bonless in.

"Well, what do you want? I'll give you whatever you want. Whether it's money or a woman."

But if you put it on the table, you'll see that you're going to take it and use it.

If so, Gracial was cautious.

That said, several soldiers have already begun a house search.

"Yes, that's right. What do you want?"

A little worried - Boneless holding a handkerchief with both hands after wiping your forehead.

I'm also a lot frustrated by the way I look when I mess with you.

Gracial sighed and said.

Um... Nothing. I'm not here to beg you. I'll do anything you want, so I'm talking about putting it on here. "

"Hah, I see... at your command..."

"That's right. Orders don't help, do they? You don't have to. Initially."

"That's right... if it's an order, I can't help it..."

Gracial nodded to the boneless.

"That's why. Hurry up, but I need a favor."

G Gracial

I was just talking to him, trying to find out where the paperwork was.

However, Bonless, with some indigestible face, seems to be struggling to spit out one word that it is not, but tells him to retain Gracial.

"What is it?" said Gracial with his eyebrows frowning, and he looked completely frightened.

Gracial looked to Bonless with a frustrating heart that he should be comfortable as soon as he was scared.

Then, did you finally breathe, wiping your forehead with that handkerchief?

"Ah, well... I'm really glad that you feel..."

"Somehow, that's right...."

"... I've sipped a little sweet juice. I am."

And he lowered his head deeply.

Gracial said, yes.