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

Pasta chin slow and annoying.

The dream of all the girls who live in King's Landing.

Hope that a normal girl can be a princess.

The staff of the Olba Chamber of Commerce who tried to hit the promotion was never bad. Rather, I understand that advertising is correct.

Already asking Taylor for a replica of her costume and turning his hand to accept a personal order, it is the smell of driftstone, the Olba Chamber of Commerce under heaven.

--That's why Pasta couldn't yell at the shrewd merchant for his conflicting remarks.

Well done. Having received praise for his bloody thoughts, the member continues to make products that are at the cutting edge of the times, such as "Pasta's Ribbon" and "Pasta's Transformation Stick".

Terrorism, insecurity? The merchant's policy of rushing spectacular clubs as soon as he learned was naturally in the eyes of terrorists, and the house was burned, but all the materials and propaganda that had been transferred to the Olba Chamber of Commerce residence were safe. Unstoppable.

Apart from the stories of the invincible merchants who said, "I will build another house with the money I sold", their efforts to be a beatrix also resulted in a performance of 50,000 people.

In addition to the reviews of the children who appeared in the martial arts tournament this time, it can be said that it was successful to go thoroughly to the place where all kinds of children gathered - and to King's Landing.

There are several reasons why we dared not scatter it around the area, but the biggest one is the imprint on the group.

Only the people of King's Landing know. And the biggest trend for kids.

The mouth is the same as the popular toys sold by the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

Unlike luxury toys, all children can play with valuable so-called friends.

Having it can also be a "human right", which also brings a sense of mission that parents who think about their children must buy it.

I did it in word of mouth and publicity.

Other than children with parents who liked sightseeing and fighting, the original combatants were children of a very vocal family, including invited members of the King's Capital and nobles.

But everyone was fascinated by pasta.

The reviews spread from top to bottom. In that case, the Olba Chamber of Commerce found an opportunity there and hit the advertisement.

As a result, children who did not know Pasta were treated in the same way that they were put away in their time, and a pasta faith named tonic pressure was born.

The relentlessness around here can also be described as the Olba Chamber of Commerce, led by Beatrix.

As a result...

─ Say you like it? She was fashionable and she was a good boy. Is that why you said you liked him? About me. Otherwise, you look like an idiot. "

The children imitate her smile in the same way as the simple choreography of waving their hands.

It's the first time I've heard it, so I can't even sing it.

Still, the audience seat was full of smiles that could not be beaten by her fun. Instead of greetings, the first song is flashy, bright, and uplifting from the beginning.

This song, which Mirabelle had just painted in response to such a request, immediately captivates the audience.

"... but isn't that awesome?"

"What is it, Reef Leangride?"

The girl who murmured stood in the shadow of such a gorgeous world.

He leans towards the entrance to the arena and watches Pasta chill with another white girl as he puts his hand on his sword to deal with anything that happens at any time.

Nothing, I am not acquainted with her as a 9-year-old girl who behaves with all her abilities without shame.

More spiritual than that.

Speaking of spirituality, she should know that this spectacular crisis is imminent, incomparable with shame.

--I don't know when it will blow up.

The underlying fear is inherently enormous.

Even if I was just declared to be "scared from behind somewhere today," it is a creature called a human who changes his behavior.

That is the explosion of the spectacular cluster.

If she wakes up, she won't be safe herself, and she'll have a lot of fun with the kids.

Terrorists are bad. I bet you are.

But can she say that she is not responsible for making the decision?

The answer is no.

I knew it, I called it in. Anti-terrorism alert that could happen at any time.

You must be scared. It must be horrible.

Even though it is.

─ 1 track!! You have received the "New Town Date"! So everyone!! Evening!!

After finishing the first song, which started with a surprise, she waves her hand with a full smile - a poor girl wearing a costume made with the image of the color of the sunset.

The expression is attractive when you look at it carefully, but it simply pushes shame and kills and sings the magical spell Utateodordakede 5000 Man in your heart.

I could say that the heart that endured the humiliation was, in a sense, behind the terrorists.

Kids and some adults respond with a thick "pasta" call - their backs that glimpse lightly because of their costumes.

"I'll take care of everything, and we'll make as much money as we can.... envious siblings. Don't make me do anything."

"Good evening."

"Oh, my God, suddenly."

"No, Master says greetings are important."

"... oh, I see. That was the pasta."

"Yes"

The girl apparently received a courtesy greeting for the pasta venue.

Team up with her and make sure to stop pasta when it shows signs of harm.

That was the mission assigned to Reef.

For now, I can't feel the killing atmosphere.

Ahhh, Reefe, with her hands behind her back and her lips pointed, muttered.

"That's what I wanted you to be."

The largest flower bed in King's Landing, with many children's smiling faces, is here now.

"Well, where the hell did Izna go?

"The master said... 'It's not like being close to me is the only way to protect you.'"

"What is that?

― ― Outside the arena spectacular cluster, south.

A distant, resounding girl's song.

As if walking down the street, it sounded like you were walking through a tavern window.

It's a long distance from the top of the mountain, like a yamako screaming back.

It was a strange feeling.

Sunset sunsets no longer dye oranges into darkness, and the night gradually dominates the world.

But the voice of the poor girl is far away. It's spinning on the other side.

They were listening to it, breathing in the alley.

……

It seemed quiet and listening.

No one knows what will happen to that place from now on.

That said, I feel that voice because the song is good or because the song is good. Or - to concentrate on preparing yourself.

If I were to say any of them, they would all be.

A waterway that flows quietly through King's Landing. The girl who came out of the alley put her arms together and leaned against the wall.

Spectacular to look straight ahead.

Soon, it will be a place to launch a Special Attack with the signal of the man behind it - a place of fighting swords that has many memories of being evoked even if not.

……

"- Do you know Pasta?

"Excuse me?

It was a ruined dialogue, as I was thinking.

Turn around and stand next to an armored knight.

He appeared under the light at night, leaving many men behind in the alley.

I'm not interested in the reality that the King's "knight" is leading a terrorist named the Valiant Corps here - Iroon.

"... the champion's sister."

I see.

"Is that it? I don't mean to call you anything else, but... Thoughtful?"

"No."

A pleasant voice that keeps ringing. Slowly taking off his helmet, Bisied stared at Spectacular as he narrowed his eyes and glanced at something dazzling.

In the dark alley - that spectacular and sparkling magic light is certainly beautiful and dazzling.

However, in order to clear up the information obtained by such vision alone, his expression had a strong nostalgia - and at the same time a color of regret.

"I've heard that you're Huta's sister. But... I wonder why. When I first saw her, I...."

Raise your face and turn your eyes only towards Bisied.

Bisied does not look back and murmurs.

"--I thought it looked very similar to His Highness when he was young."

"Princess Lilac's..."

If you ask me, it's similar, unlike anything else.

It is a counterpart with few contacts for Eyroon.

I've seen her face, but it's not for comparison with Lilac, it's just because she was instructed to protect her from Lilac.

At best, the color of the eyes was very similar, and it was difficult to say anything about the appearance.

I didn't know Lilac when he was a kid in the first place, so I had no choice.

"When I was a knight... it was when you and I started to face each other when you were under 10 years old. On the ground floor of the royal castle... yes, it was confined."

……

Pasta named after 9 years old and Lilac when he was under 10 years old.

Well, it's not impossible to think of age as similar.

"I don't speak well - I don't have eyes to see people. It was a life that had been deceived many times. So... if that clever pasta guy told me he had something behind him, I'd be fooled again."

"What are you trying to say?

"No... I'm sorry. It's a waste of time. I don't think Pasta is deceiving me, and I don't have such a cowardly idea that it hurts my conscience."

Loosely, Bisied shook his head.

I finally looked back and told her.

"All I want to do is stop regretting it."

"--That's Princess Lilac."

"Yes, killing the" Rape Male "..."

That's right.

Once upon a time, she tricked me into acting as a known "rapist", creating a situation beyond your power.

It's not just Bisied's fault. But I can't say I'm not responsible.

Life has always been that repetition.

For example, yes. Your Majesty's side room.

"... Your Majesty is weak. If you push me, I'll nod. You believe what you want to believe. It was because of such a person that there was virtue. But... there's only virtue."

As the king's knight.

His struggle to grip his fist is incomprehensible to the eye rune.

Rather, if you're such a man.

"Isn't it more interesting to celebrate" Rape Male "to the Queen than that man?

"- Even if you're kidding, don't say that."

[]/(n, vs) killing one's mind/

The corner of the eye rune hangs.

"Ah hah... what are you doing here? Then you'll see the battle of death that preceded your sorrow."

"... that's right. You were such a woman. [M] I'm not going to do anything right now."

Exhale and lower your hands.

Turn from the tensioned air and relaxed air is the same as before.

"For example."

Bisied cut out small.

"A man from a great aristocracy who has experienced everything in the social world sits on the throne. Suddenly, a civilian who has completed the world around him suddenly becomes king. Who is at ease?"

"Raising the civilian population may make the world chaotic and interesting."

"Exactly. Now, the feeling that the world is going to be chaotic just for the face is correct.... everything you've learned and accomplished shapes the person. When I think that society can be left to this person. No one sees personality or character. You'll see your track record and career. Just like that -" occupation "is also one of my careers."

……

The "Rape Male" stands at the top of society.

It is only natural that the kingdom, as well as the capital, should be anxious.

Now, nobles and powerful people alike, many civilians don't know Lilac's "profession." Once on the throne, it will be broadly announced by the "priest".

Because otherwise, I am anxious. And after being exposed, I was still anxious.

Nothing is limited to civilians who do not understand society.

How ambitious she is. How much do you want the turmoil? Isn't this just the time for a female to lie down?

You can't possibly doubt it - no, of course not.

I knew that... Bisiedo had a lilac for his childhood.

"It was I who took the enclosed king out."

That strong sense of responsibility drives him.

The flow of the royal castle, which rejects the king, can be felt on the skin without thinking.

The fact that the factional air that the King has kept gentle is gradually creating a rift.

Bisied suspects that even when the economy began to tilt, she had to be conscious of the war, perhaps because of her wisdom.

I don't have any evidence.

I still am. But surely, steadily, she is consolidating her scaffold.

That's more terrifying than anything else.

"--to sacrifice a lot of those children?

"There is no early respite. If it's for the good of the country... I'm willing to make some sacrifices."

"That's a lot of dialogue. Sacrifices are tolerated for the sake of justice. --The reason of the strong, you will vomit."

Really?

Bisied's loose smile tilted his neck.

Looking up at what he meant, Iroon noticed something in his eyes.

"... you"

"The strong and the weak have nothing to do with it. As a knight, I wish I could protect the kingdom you love."

"Whatever happened to you at the end?

"Of course."

You're a nuisance.

Eilon is not going to save those 50,000 people.

That is something 50,000 people should resist. If you die stuck to win your own life, it has nothing to do with Iron.

"She was a proud aristocrat!

"Everything we gather in this place is family."

"It is the right of the noble to be covered in mud to protect his family."

……

It has nothing to do with it.

"... what's wrong?

"No, I just don't think that's going to work."

"- Oh, they're still licking His Highness. I might think it's over if we seal off the Treasurer. Stay with me."

Look at the spectacle and murmur.

"I don't really think it's going to blow up. But..."

"At least the princess will show up during this riot."

"That's right. Whatever happens, it doesn't matter. There's only one purpose."

"... yes"

Tell her you don't like it.

At the same time, the sound stopped just in front of the spectacle.

Apparently the first song is over.

The set list is also in the head of Bisiedo and Eilon.

Between the second and third songs. That's when it detonates.

Just because there is no microphone performance between those two songs that are seamlessly connected - make sure there is no way to respond.

If so, we won't make it if we don't move anymore.

"So I want you to stop Izna Sicienzan."

"I don't mind."

When Bisied signaled the back alley, the Yoshiyoshi regiment moved out on the street of operations. Bisied takes a step and turns around like they're running.

The eye rune is stuck.

"That's what I was going to say."

"Mm...."

Her gaze is the opposite of spectacular.

Step by step, the shadow comes along the side of the tap.

"I'm a guest. It's probably mine."

One step, two steps. The sound of stepping on the earth resounds.

I see. We don't have time. We move on to the operation. Come right away. "

"Yeah, but..."

As he ran away, Eyroon murmured as he dropped off a line containing Bisied.

"Don't expect that."

Remove hair and tie ribbon back together.

Eyroon slowly raised his mouth to the shadow and appeared beneath the stars.

"... hello. It's a good night."

…………

The Bisieds are already on the other side.

Apparently, the second song has begun, and the noisy light behind the eye rune hides the starlight.

Eyroons turning their backs to where the light shines.

"... why?

Standing alone in the dark, girl.

The voice was trembling. The throat was squeezed.

His heart is still invisible, and his inquiry is silent, looking at the eye of the eye from the front.

There was no light in those eyes.

"Why did you try to kill Richter?

"Why did you try to kill Mr. Mion?

"Why... why are you trying to destroy the arena?

One step. And one more step.

The time is narrower than the packing. Naturally.

The eye rune calmly grasps its position.

To lure you within your range? --No.

"I don't know. Everything. What do you want ahead? What brings you so far? No purpose, no thoughts. Even a wish."

A droplet of meteor falling out of the dead eye of light.

"At last, I didn't understand."

Ayroon checked the distance because the distance between them was wider than his own. Because it's a long time.

Because she was already holding onto something.

The spectacular light that shines in the darkness at night.

It reflects on the blade and creeps out its rugged shine.

"- Do you need answers?

Her denial shook her head loosely in response to a distorted Iron Question.

There is no need to ask questions.

I don't know what happened to it.

For a moment she looked up at the stars shaded by dazzling light - the dark night sky, and she groaned.

"People like you... just disappear from the starry sky."

"Ahhhhh!!

Iroon knew.

Changshan Cross Spear Magic, one of the world's top three spear techniques.

The true value of its victory and defeat.

I know her well because she has fought as a mercenary across many battlefields.

That was originally a murderer's hat.

I'll kill you, as you wish.

The corner of the eye rune hangs.

The flames of hatred in open eyes are much more pleasant than charity.

Yes, there is nothing I want to protect in the eye rune.

Just fight. Fight!

"Let's sing! Until it sinks and bubbles disappear!

"Changshan Cross: Meteor One Arrow" jumps in without giving Iorn time to name herself.

That fighting spirit has no fever, no pleasure, and there is only intent to kill.

"This is the first time I've ever wanted anyone to die...!

Blades and fists that collide - that moment.

A spectacular roar and a burst of something explode from the spectacle.