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

It was seven years ago.

The man who was awarded the title of "King's Knight" was, fortunately, a "substitute."

King's Knight.

It is a tradition passed down to the kingdom from generation to generation, as the words suggest.

It is an honour for the soldiers lined up in the kingdom and the nobles serving in the royal castle.

And above all, it was a dangerous job to stand up for the king in times of crisis.

Alternatives are easier to understand.

The "knight" seat is empty and just sits there.

A man named Bisied was a close friend to the King since he was a boy - but he was never better.

Will the King's Knight serve him?

Such arguments have also come to the fore. On the contrary, however, it was also true that there were only a few candidates left, including him, who were already dead.

Bisied if you can leave it to others or young people.

In that atmosphere between the council and the throne, Bisied became the king's knight.

However, Bisied did a lot of work against his initial expectations.

Above all, it was against the King that I knighted him.

King Gilbert became brighter and brighter in sight when Bisied stood behind him, and he was a good friend to the king, even though he gave his share.

That's what Bisied had been thinking for decades.

So...

"... hey, hello Lilac"

Oh, Bisied... good evening

It was only natural to him at the time that he came into contact with the girl.

King Gilbert cannot be adorable with affection, but with affection.

I will draw on the King's thoughts and do what I can.

With that in mind, Bisied visited this room as he did every day.

--The profession of "rape male" brings turmoil to this country.

Even if you know that.

……

What's wrong?

The innocence of the young girl, who leaned her neck tightly, and the bright and pathetic atmosphere were far removed from the "rape male" statue that heard the sound.

No, anything. What were you doing today?

I was reading a book today.

As she smiles, she has a big, old book. It's like a fairy tale, but I figured it was probably something Gilbert gave me.

He loved these stories.

Really?... do you have anything to do with your life?

"No... especially"

Gently stroke your lips to think a little. What a smile it is to break that soft little finger.

"Nothing."

Bisied nodded to her again, showing her an unfaithful smile.

It was good, and one person stroked his chest down.

I hear you've been forced to live like this since you were a kid. This room is certainly spacious, but just one step outside will require attention.

It sounds good to say that you're the lady in the deep window, but you're keeping an eye on her now.

It is because Gilbert has chest pain. It is only natural that I began to have an itchy feeling when I came to see you many times.

Is there anything you want to do?

"What I want to do......"

A girl who had been seriously bothered for some time, however, shakes her childish short silver hair loosely and shows a willingness to deny.

No. If you say so yourself, your father will be in trouble. "

Really?

A healthy smile that is weak and yet doesn't make the viewer worry.

The expression of the girl, who was not yet ten years old, added to Bisied's guilt.

It was Bisied's routine at that time to face Lilac every day and report her developments to King Gilbert.

I was reading a book with pleasure today.

Today I was looking out the window and making my own poem.

The chamberlains taught me how to play today.

I tell Gilbert that every day.

He was happy to listen to his daughter and sometimes surprise her, while enjoying her growth.

If you were told that you were a good parent, you would never say that.

Fearing the atmosphere in Congress, the royal castle, and the "rape man" known as the example of the past, it is the King who drives her to the corner of the first floor.

But I thought you loved me.

At least it seemed to Bisied.

That's why.

For the past few months, there has been a young "rape boy" who has been face-to-face every day. It was hard for Bisiedo to be a cute little girl who seemed very unlikely.

Looks like you're tying up a nasty girl.

"... that's a strange face, Bisiedo."

Ha... That's..... "

Aren't you with me?... if you have any trouble, let me know. "

That soft expression is not majestic.

A friendly and gentle smile that has never changed.

Bisied, who sighed as if he had given up, confessed inside his chest.

For a few months, I looked at her like every day.

But I always have a smile that pushes my hopes and kills me.

It's all about not bothering your father.

I felt pity for her. I'm sure she's not awake in the profession of "rape male". I wonder if this environment would rather put up with her and become a source of resentment.

Just then, King Gilbert's ears might have been filled with information that he wanted to trust.

"... Bisied. As far as I'm concerned." Rape male "is said to be a wonderful brain that acts as a noble minister in the reign."

That's....!

It was some kind of hope.

King Gilbert nods to Bisied with his face up.

Perhaps this is also fate. But I'm really sorry about Lilac... because I was afraid of the "Rape Male". "

Your Majesty...

The words of King Gilbert who regrets himself.

Pom, hitting him on the knee, he raised his face as if determined.

I see. If you're going to be a noble minister in the reign, you just have to do good politics. "

Yes, that's right. Your Majesty. "

Unusual and strong determination for King Gilbert.

Bisied nodded to him with a fist in his hand and laughed.

We used to laugh at each other this way when we were young.

We were in each other's shoes, and it didn't work out that well.

Each other - in the middle of suffering from the burden of their positions.

But that's why I've been feeling bright for a long time.

─ The squire told me that Bisied also misses that dramatic Lilac.

Smile loosely, says King Gilbert.

In fact, that's what Bisied himself used to say.

She didn't show much expression to the waiter, but she was bright only in front of Bisied.

--There must have been a slight sense of superiority.

If that Bisied says, Lilac will be fine.

When King Gilbert smiled, he nodded honestly.

As a noble minister to King Gilbert without awakening the Rape Male. I hope King Gilbert will pass away with peace of mind, even if he comes to rule this country slowly.

That's what I was hoping for.

That's why the responsibility lies with you.

"... eh, your father?

Bisied nodded to her with a surprising face.

One evening. In her room, which she visited as usual, Bisied told her.

King Gilbert also feels pitiful about Lilac's current position. He said he wanted to do everything he could.

It was the moment I heard the words.

Is that so?

Nothing. Maybe nothing has changed.

But Bisied instinctively felt it.

"Father, do me a favor."

"Yes, yes... Your Highness. She always said she didn't have anything to ask for...."

That's right.... hey, Bisiedo "

Wow, I was out there.

This was the goal from the beginning.

I was used to get my father's permission.

I climbed up a little nostalgic and was even able to see that I had just won the knighthood of remembrance and wanted to achieve something.

Under the words of Bisied, "Knight of the King."

From that day on, she was able to go out.

--Because. This is...

"My responsibility."

Bisied grabbed his chest hard.

― ― Outside the arena spectacular. The West.

Light stretches through the sky, blasting into the night sky to paint the darkness.

Rhythmic and fun. Several and several stood up and dropped various colors, large and small, on the campus of the herd.

Beautiful, "light".

Every time it explodes, it brightens the world with colors.

But Bisied didn't have time to look at art - he held the sword of the prick in front of a young man who stood in its backlight.

One moment of carelessness is unacceptable. The whirlpool is a fighting spirit that conceived a killer spirit.

Even Lilac will not be able to exert such a sense of intimidation - a stream of "sword oppression" that far surpasses the Kingdom's most powerful.

Sometimes my eyes are black in the blinking light.

It does not reflect the gold of "imitation", but only the king's knight ahead.

"... I was so happy."

A young man lightly shakes the sky once to drop a sticky, bloody blade.

The murmur seemed sad and lonely.

"My father died a long time ago. I don't have any older brothers, and I hardly ever had the experience of admiring older people.... but for me, maybe you were."

"... is that because I'm a knight senpai who serves someone?"

Oh, yeah.

It was a gentle affirmation.

It's like a public conversation. Soft words without thorns, like the balcony one day or the hallway in front of the king's private room.

It was terrible, and it was a distorted feeling for Futa to throw up with the current inflated fighting spirit - but it was an understandable thought.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. That's right? Thirty years. Thirty years. Thirty years. That depends on what you want to tell me. From now on... I've always wanted to use your help and experience to support Lilac..."

It is "disappointment" that I feel present in the pale words.

Unable to stand the gaze, Bisied looked up at the sky once.

Do you think it's long in front of the enemy?

But I didn't think Bisiedo would see Huta coming.

I see.

Murmuring, moaning.

"- Me too. It would have been most desirable if His Highness had lived happily with you."

"No, you're not."

"Oh, I've decided to beat you with my hands."

"Why... I'm not the daughter of the man you serve..."

I may have been anxious about the question.

Perhaps I can't stand Futa's fighting temper anymore.

Or maybe both.

"Let's make a mess!! I'm not protecting Rape Male."

A member of the bravery group behind Bisied jumped out of his side and shook his sword.

"Stay...."

But before Bisied can stop it.

"... ahh?

"... now"

The man and Futa's eyes met. From the flying posture, your hands fall down and drop the object.

I didn't even know when I had the sword.

But when he found out, he was punctured in the throat and floating in the air.

"I'm talking to Mr. Bisied."

The brave men were uniquely frightened by the appearance of a man who fell to the ground.

It's like I don't see it.

"... according to what I heard, that sword..."

"What?

"I hear you started to have it after you broke up with Prince Barrier Reef."

"Weren't you in King's Landing back then?"

"I've been scouting neighboring countries since this time last year."

"... I see."

While the King was forming an alliance with the French nation, Huta visited the land. At that time, the story of the war was still alive, and probably Bisied had been scouting the neighboring country he had been seeing since that time.

It's not what we need to talk about right now - I think so.

It's almost a year since Huta met Lilac.

Lie!!!!! I don't have any allies!!!

A vow under the stars that reminds you of yesterday when you close your eyes.

"You can rest assured."

……

The eyes of Huta holding the sword were black.

"I don't use the Azumi wave stream. Not like borrowing a hero's sword. What's here is just my feelings. It's a clumsy, martial sword."

There was nothing reassuring in the situation where a comrade was just killed in front of me.

Bisied exhaled alone.

If the Azumi wave stream matches Futa, the demon is a golden stick.

I don't feel bad about this situation where you're offering me a hand job.

Anyway, it's the worst from the beginning.

Once again, my eyes are staggered.

Still puzzled by Futa's eyes and a color of disappointment like betrayal.

Bisied shook his head loosely and murmured.

"I'm sure justice doesn't matter to you."

……

Justice. In a place like this, Futa frowned, saying that it was an unbearable word.

I wonder if you set fire to this king's capital for such a great deception.

--Actually, it was half right.

For all that were behind Bisied, and all that Gracial incited and gathered, were gatherings of fools drunk with justice in their own free time.

--The fact is that such people are most likely to be agitated for some kind of activity. In fact, Gracial was aiming for it, but I will keep it now.

Bisiedo closes the first time and exhales.

You don't have to respond to those disappointing eyes and ask questions.

But it didn't blow up. That said, his aim was to kill Lilac - his biggest obstacle now standing in front of him.

Either way, if we don't scratch Futa, we won't be able to talk.

You're just like me.

"... what?"

That's why I told you the truth like I gave up.

Justice doesn't matter. That's the same with Bisiedo.

"I don't care about justice either."

Responsibility must be fulfilled.

But that is by no means for justice.

The decisive difference between those behind it and Bisied.

"I am."

Eyes looking straight.

Same as me. That's what I said.

"Thanks to His Majesty the King for picking it up. He lives now just to give it back."

"Eh...."

Above all, the words penetrate Futa's heart.

Just as he lived trying to repay the favor of the Princess himself.

If he lives only to repay Gilbert when he was a prince.

There is only one thing that is clearer than a hundred words.

"This is for His Majesty."

"That's right. Your Majesty is exhausted and heartbroken… and still believes that you are not a" rapist ". Enough already. If you forgive His Majesty any more arrogance, He will definitely kill His Majesty. Don't let that happen."

Futa didn't have a word to deny.

Because I heard the word "drag the king down" from the mouth of the other Lilac.

It's up to you if you can kill him or not.

But I have no reason to ask Futa not to kill me.

For her dreams, it doesn't matter what happens to the king.

--For the sake of dreams, but...

"Ask your father. Is it for His Highness's sake to keep His Highness alive?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have a choice."

"... I see. Well, that's true. It was a stupid question. If I were in your position, I wouldn't kill you if you asked me to."

Like mocking himself, Bisied laughs and stands up for Estoku.

"It's a parallel line after all. Of course not. There is no cause for each other. I'm not trying to protect anything as a" hero. "There's a line we can't give up on each other, and we're just trying to cross each other. Isn't it?"

For Fouta, this is the situation.

For Bisiedo, the presence of spectacles is important.

It's just a line that can't be transferred to each other.

"... that's right. Nothing. I'm not going to be angry about blowing up someone's house or torturing Corona. It doesn't matter if you did it or not."

I almost got the corona.

That alone was an unacceptable story for Futa.

To see what he was coming to sympathize with and what he said and did. Corona must not have been at least Bisiedo's leader.

I just don't know who else did it or who didn't. It didn't matter to Futa as early as possible.

Because.

I don't mind pretending to be someone else's. Reach out to his precious human to seal off the opponent's maximum power.

--Because I was convinced to do it myself.

That's why we don't need Bisied's apology anymore.

"For example, if I confront someone who feels the same way."

Hold the sword once and hold the sword. Lift up your face and ask while staring at Bisied.

"What would you do?

Then he rebalanced Estock - laughing as if he had blown it out.

"If I were you, I'd beat you up."

"Ok - then you're just like me."

If that thought is going to hurt someone I care about - just throw it away.

--Fireworks keep coloring the night sky to keep an eye on Futa's back.