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

─ 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. "

--Climbroom Mansion.

When Richter returned to the mansion after work, the incident had already occurred.

Hearing that there had been an attack on his home in a carriage on his way home, Richter chewed his teeth and shouted to the lord to speed it up.

Behind it lies the words of the princess.

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

"I... thank you."

- I knew it.

None of them will be targeted at their house.

As long as their last resort is Spectacular, it is still the front seat compared to the Krimbroom residence, which is the residence of Sir Treasury.

It was well anticipated that the case would be targeted.

To that end, the guards have been assigned numbers, and the guards who keep the city safe are now mobilizing a lot to stop the terrorist activities.

From their pretentious rhetoric, it is gradually spreading to the civilians that "something dangerous is happening up there".

That princess must have stepped on to resume the show at this time.

Civilians are still unaware of the root of the commotion, and now they have a normal bias saying, "It seems dangerous, but it's still okay."

And that's because it's the right time to provoke a terrorist organization that's suing for suspension.

Oh, God, Richter bites his teeth when it's perfectly the best time.

After all, the woman had already been woven into the attack on Richter's house.

If you're using magic stones instead of gunpowder to detonate them, you just need to spray them in place and start them up.

Well, it's a speedy crime. None of the culprits should be able to stand on their feet.

But the security was supposed to be in place.

Nevertheless, the safety net was quickly broken, thus allowing the flames to burn.

Lilac had an imagination, something he didn't know. --No, I can only speculate that Lilac is aware.

Anyway, Richter left the carriage to roll before the burning house.

The straw and the chamberlains of their house gathered around the gates of the Mansion to evacuate speak up for the return of Richter.

Richter screamed.

"Was the house the only one who got hurt!?

"─ ─ That's a lot of security!

"I see... you've done your job..."

We were going to have a sufficient number of people and a complete information network.

That's how Richter came home before he burned to the ground.

However, I didn't say it was itchy because I couldn't get there in time.

Looking around, I noticed several mercenary remains rolling around like guards.

And one more thing. I noticed that a lot of butlers were dirty with soot.

"Were you inside when the bomb went off? Anyone in there running late?

A burning mansion is at last dangerous.

One of the butlers tells Richter that if he wants to be inside, he can look at the place that was the front door.

"That's it, Richter...."

"Oh, my God, there's nobody here."

The butlers rushed to retain Richter, who took off his jacket.

"No! Everyone was saved by Prim."

"... eh, is that so?"

Relax and stroke your chest.

Some of them are soiled with soot and have burns on their feet and arms. The healers have been arranged, and the firefighters have already been arranged, so the gendarmes who will bring them to protect the noble city will be flying soon.

Well, yes. Only the house is damaged.

... just the house.

Some of them lived and worked.

Some brought personal belongings in or decorated something important.

I don't know everything about chamberlains.

I didn't come near them.

I just kind of know, I think they were hanging out at this mansion.

Did the chef's recipe burn too?

There was also a diary that said it was all about Mion's crap.

Some of the chamberlains said they hadn't opened the bottle of wine they had on their birthday yet.

No matter how depressed the Prim guy was, he burned his own sword.

"... hey"

The chamberlain said Prim helped him.

Looking around, the shadow is nowhere to be found.

Where's Prim?

Eh?

Everyone looks around in surprise.

But it's not on the right, it's not on the left, it's not falling down.

"Bye, stupid! Where did he go!?

"All rescuers should have been here before we pulled them out!!

Prim, where are you? Tree climbing!? and so on.

Everyone scatters around with their impatient expressions that they can't do without telling one of the jokes.

"- No way."

The squeal was a waitress whose legs were burned and could not move.

After listening to the words, Richter bent in front of him.

"What's the matter, do you know?"

"Wow, me. Me!"

Trembling hands, pale faces. It's almost unusual, as if you've noticed something terrible.

Richter takes her hand and tells her to pierce her eyes from the front.

Say it.

"- Mother's."

She says with a tearful expression that looks like she's being crushed by regret and grief.

"I've lost sight of her, and she's done nothing."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

With eyes on the burning mansion, Richter stood up.

Lift the corner of your mouth and sweat cold.

That idiot can do it.

"Did you find anything, Richter?

The chamberlains, who were searching for the surroundings before they could be found anywhere, gathered to Richter.

He exhaled one breath before pointing in the opposite direction to the Mansion.

"Ahh!! A swarm of elephants flying in such a place!!

"Huh!? --Ahhhhhhh Richter!!!

Rabbit.

With his jacket on his side, Richter plunges into the burning mansion.

- I'm not kidding.

That's right, mumble.

"Keho, Keho...!

About a few minits ago.

"Uncle Hula said smoking is bad...."

A girl was bending her posture and moving in a burning mansion.

Even if you take a low position, your chest burns so hot every time you breathe.

I never imagined that I would enter the fire twice in such a short period of time, but it was the second time that I stepped on it quickly.

― ― Prim himself had thoughts in the Mansion.

That's true. Somehow I lived with him for nearly a year.

Everyone was kind to Prim, starting with his master Richter, the chamberlain Mion.

The chef laughed at the snack and forgave it.

The chamberlains cleaned out Prim's messy room without looking bad.

I was able to shake Richter well, thanks to the people who helped me get around.

It hasn't changed since she fell asleep.

Everyone worried about me.

The last trigger was a voice from Richter, but I can't thank you enough for leaving a useless escort unattended.

"--there it is... is this it?"

Grab a pendant that was gradually starting to get hot.

One of the chamberlains said it was a picture of her mother, that's all.

Prim's pocket is a mess now.

A recipe for the chef who put together an old piece of paper. ― ― When Richter's preferred formula was summarized for each dish, I was proud on the face of my beard.

A diary Mion said he cared about. --He didn't show me the contents, but every time I saw something like Richter today,

A pendant cherished by a chamberlain woman. ----She laughed that she had not forgiven me to serve the noble house until the end.

And the Richter paperwork at the back of the desk. ----Everything important is here, so I was told not to touch it and my ears hurt.

"Sorry, I touched it."

Your body is tilted.

Have you smoked too much? I have a headache.

The surroundings are hot, hot, and my throat is burning.

But one step ahead.

Yes, but it is.

--I can't forget the faces of everyone when I saw the burning house.

That's when I thought.

Hula said before the same burning mansion.

Nothing can be spared for the sake of purpose.

I have a feeling that I can't forgive people who do this.

But more than that.

I don't want to see everyone's face like that.

He told me he didn't want to see Prim's bitter face, just like everyone else in the Mansion.

So...

"Keho, do something about it."

She came back to the front door.

Be very careful not to let the ceiling fall because it happened last time.

I tried to get out - my legs stopped a little.

……

I don't think I can move. You have to listen to your body.

This is not such a tragedy. It's just...

Turn around in your room. That door.

Do you have time to go back there and get out of there?

I don't think so, but I have a similar heart to my intuition.

There's a lot of stuff there. Of course.

You must have your own clothes.

――

But I saw what I had with him.

I'm full of luggage.

I'm sure that's what this is about.

I will spare no effort for the sake of purpose.

Nothing - you don't have to go any farther.

I don't know what kind of emotion it comes from, but I accidentally drew an arc around my mouth.

Come on, let's go.

I took a step.

I forgot something, you idiot.

Slowly, a shock to the back.

When you're wearing your jacket, go outside so you can lift it.

What seemed sparkling was a familiar tip that reflected on the flame.

"Richter!!

"Prim!! Good!!

"Damn, it's a mess. It really took us all so long to die."

In front of the front door. Men complain to each other as they wipe their black-faced faces around the prime with their hips down in the garden.

He turned it on, and this is also a black man.

"Whoa... if you're complaining, tell that idiot. Nothing is more important than life."

--- Looking up, men argue with her surrounded.

Gyu, someone hugged me.

"I'm sorry... sorry, Prim..."

"What are you... apologizing for..."

I have trouble breathing and I can't speak well.

The waitress woman does not move with tears in her arms.

"But you managed to keep everyone safe. Mr. Richter, if I were alone, I'd be dead."

"Rude. I was enough on my own."

Richter snorts.

Apparently, there were about four men in the flame looking for Prim.

It seems that Richter himself was the one who went to find her room and brought it.

"... ah, this"

Prim presents the paperwork that he had, leaving the squirming chamberlain behind.

"--It was important, wasn't it?

……

I did it! No reply to the smile just now.

"Were you there!?

"Don't do it again."

It was a swinging fist.

Of course, Richter sighed and glanced at the paperwork.

"... thank you."

That's all I'm saying, I'm leaving the papers in one hand.

Beyond that, the healers, firefighters, and gendarmes apparently arrived.

"... eheheheh. I'm glad..."

Finally, Prim's consciousness fell apart.

There was another story where the surroundings were badly relieved by a gentle and satisfying sleep.

--- Richter raised his face to the little sound he heard.

What's up, Richter?

"No... bring the gendarmes with you for a moment."

"Ha, ha?

Something sounds behind the mansion. Definitely the sound of an iron-iron meeting with a sword.

If anyone is still nearby fighting, it is a chance to lock him up with a prisoner.

I just had a bad feeling about it.

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

Pasta's in two days.

I didn't know that the Klingon Bloom Mansion was going to be a mess right now.

Fouta still couldn't get away from the bed.

"... Corona"

How many worrying murmurs will you make at the earliest?

1 drop, 2 drops.

I have already used 2 drops of the secret medicine in the vial.

Indeed, the effect of the secret medicine was remarkable, and even one drop stabilized the condition.

Your breathing is rough, your throat sounds nasty, and you cough.

Every time she saw a hot and spicy girl, Huta dropped her secret medicine in the face of a chest pain.

The healer, Suylene, has been contacted to come as soon as possible.

But there is still no sign of her coming.

There was no doubt that the condition was worse than at one time.

It's as if she came back before she could see me.

--Next.

Yes, what should I do next if Corona starts to suffer like a seizure?

Run to find the swine. Or should I call the hottie now? Or even if you know you're busy, call Lilac.

I wonder if there's anything I can do to help if I go looking for Squirrel.

Last time, she said that Corona's illness was unknown - she might know something new.

But after all, it might be.

I wonder how it feels.

The only thing she's strong about is magic.

If the cause of Corona's suffering was a life-threatening magic trick, you might want to see her regularly.

But what if the corona that suffers now has nothing to do with magic just by removing the remnants of the temporary magic?

It's the same as Swiren. If you can't do anything by just calling, and you have a seizure, there's nothing you can do.

Lilac might be able to help. I'm too busy to come and see Corona. I don't want to rely as much as I can. But I can't say that either. Life-threatening.

It's just...

She can't possibly not understand it, nor can she cure Corona herself.

It's about her. If there is a clear answer to Corona's condition, there is also confidence that she should bring her feet here from herself.

……

Gently stroked Corona's cheek.

Your breathing is rough.

"--I always regretted not being able to look after her."

Dig up old memories.

I used to live in poverty with my family.

The story of an era that I can barely remember.

But I remember the fragments clearly.

"... I couldn't even do it by my side."

I fell ill and couldn't get up. I couldn't get a healer to see me. My sister ran out of medicine in time.

Even if I look back now, I feel like I'm going to throw up with regret.

That's why there's a healer. It was true that I was grateful for the environment in which I could see her like this.

But...

Squeeze her hand and mutter to kill her.

"--I can see it, what is it?"

I can stay by your side, so what?

It doesn't change after all. It doesn't mean your consciousness is far away and waiting to die.

I can't do anything.

That feeling of helplessness has never changed, since about ten years ago.

Yes, nothing has changed.

Because there was a healer. Because I have medicine.

After all, she is not well.

I regretted not being able to take care of it.

But I shake my head.

"Kahoo... my goodness... uhh... uhh, kofuh, ah"

"Corona!!

I suddenly went crazy.

She stood up unexpectedly, but grabbed her hand with her right hand.

It's okay, calms your consciousness and raises your voice.

I was wondering if anyone was there.

Call the chamberlain who came in like a hurry to call the healer right away.

Then he cried with a crying face.

It's okay, right away. Right away.

Soon, the healer will come.

... that's what I used to say to encourage my sister.

But Futa couldn't say the word.

I can't help feeling empty.

Are you satisfied if you can take care of it?

Would you be satisfied if you showed it to the healer?

Is it satisfying if the medicine is delivered?

If you still can't, did you give up?

In the first place, "healer" was called from the beginning.

I've been waiting for more than half an hour.

If you're not coming - just do what you can.

"I just..."

I can't do anything. That is the same as before.

"I don't want you to die. That's all."

Looking at her in pain, she murmured.

If this fails, for example. There were several overwhelming anxieties. But...

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.

I regretted one day that there was only a healer.

But I don't think so.

"Why was Ruli saved?... because I did what he said. Yeah, that's right. It's only natural if you think about it."

Give it a snack.

Is that the kind of dialogue you use against dangerous drugs if you take one wrong step?

"If I'd listened to you, I'd be worried. I'd let Corona drink once a miniature."

I don't think he's the one who can't imagine himself.

I hoped that the healer would do something about it.

But it's not.

After all, it was necessary.

Just the existence that gives us the right knowledge - the way to save lives.

Either way, we have to cover her life expectancy. I don't need a healer there.

I believe you, pasta.

Yes, I got the vial.