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

― ― Outside the arena spectacular. The West.

While riding through horses, the sky flowers bloom beautifully and disappear. The color is not the same temporarily, and you will never see the exact same scenery again.

If I think so, I will spare a little.

But I never raised my face. The excitement of the world that can be felt by her just looking straight ahead is the sound of the fireworks and the inaccessible voice of a familiar woman that touches her ears.

But, well, I didn't know that either.

Compared to what might be happening in the future.

The night sky sparkles in the dawn of King's Landing.

Because of this, the streets were much more crowded than usual at night.

Many people will see it from the windows and balconies of their homes.

For those who dwell in the kingdom, the higher the sky, the higher and more glamorous the fireworks emitted from the spectacular.

It was a disadvantage to have to be careful of people crossing paths, but it was an advantage for everyone to be concerned about the sky.

No one noticed that the princess had driven the horse.

Turn around and head west.

Like the hidden corridors in the north, the hidden corridors in the west were also set up in unseen cemeteries.

Common cemeteries and open spaces around them may be visited by children during the day, but not at night.

Fireworks are not always lit, and few people come.

That's why Lilac was thinking about the perfect battlefield.

I may think of this place as a place where fireworks can be easily seen, because I like drunk and smart festivals - but such bad luck can only be given up.

Nevertheless, it's a faint probability.

It was the first time in King's Landing that an event called fireworks was held. If we can show that much movement against accidental events, we'd rather scout the castle on the spot.

--If you come near the empty space, the sound of the sword will already be heard.

Close your eyes and get off the horse.

What we're dealing with is Huta and Bisied, led by the Valiants, if their predictions are correct.

To be honest, there were complex emotions.

The same goes for Bisied.

Let's hit Bisiedo with a fouta.

I don't know for what reason, but a man who perceived his thoughts as a "rapist" at a young age and has remained vigilant ever since.

I wondered whether my acting at that time was awkward. I wondered if it was loose where I could finally get out.

Because I was young, I couldn't clean it up by myself.

But since I was young, I realized that I was straddling in a situation where I couldn't finish. I don't think I've been exposed there yet. I wonder what his sense of smell was.

……

--I wish you could have used it like that.

And gently stroke your lips.

I wonder what it would have been if it had been used as it is. It was when I was young, so I don't remember much.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Thank you. After that incident.

It was a fact that in front of Bisied, the acting became stiff. I still don't know why.

All I know for sure is that, honestly, I'm in the way.

The open spaces with few trees serving as shields offer a good view.

Fireworks can also be seen well, and naturally the figure of those fighting under the landscape can be clearly seen.

Only two people are already standing.

I have a feeling that it would be Bisied and Futa.

I don't think Huta will lose.

I didn't think so.

Another concern was this.

I pressed it just in case.

And I'm sure he's aware.

I'm worried about Izna taking over the gendarmerie, not so much.

The fact that he intended to hit Bisiedo with a lid from the beginning.

I used him again this time.

You can use as much as you want.

Sweet to the words, this time too.

Even now, I still think this way.

Whether Huta can kill Bisied.

If you put it more ruthlessly, it's a test stone.

Just like in the battle in the north, I cut the tag "I like the view from the north".

I wanted to know how much a young man named Futa could tolerate from now on.

Just because we got along doesn't mean we can't be hostile - it's impossible in this world.

If so, to what extent does his deep affection forgive his intimate opponent?

If we don't know this by now, we'll be more unhappy later on.

Nothing, if you can't kill him, that's fine.

That's all he has to do is laugh loosely. From now on, I won't let him do the work, even if he has to. All you have to do is take care of it.

Even this time, I'll do it later.

"If you..."

It was then.

Ah, Bisied's bloody voice touched my ear.

Lilac stops her feet as she sees fit.

Two people facing each other. With both sides holding the blade.

"Oh, Mr. Bisied. That's not true."

That voice.

It resounded in my chest.

Lilac arrives at the scene, some miniatures back in time.

"Once upon a time, I was told I'd be weak if I didn't copy."

Countless skeletons roll in front of the murmuring fouta.

It's not like Izna went east, a relentless killing.

He stared at the blade of blood, and then at Bisied, who was the only one left, he said.

"... horrible. I wonder if the 200 brave men will have a few minits against you who won't imitate."

I wonder.

Without sweating, the lid keeps blurring.

"I didn't imitate them, so I couldn't feel the skill or effort of each of them... well, 200, to be honest. I'm tired and happy to have one in that spectacular club."

Bisied does not think about what the people who came to Huta with Bisied kept. You don't have to think about it.

At least one person is dead when Futa just swings her sword once before counting time.

Well, that sucks. Since he came here, he hasn't shaken his arms at most 200 times.

"Is that what you were talking about in Copycat?

"... I see. I read the trajectory of the opponent, know what kind of training I've been doing, and I know all the things I won't be able to do, and I'm still sorry about 200 rounds. They're the fierce ones I know.... that's why. That's the first story. I was told it would be weak if I could not imitate it. The opponent who brought me something that looked like there was no spare in the boulder told me that I would lose."

"... that's this Arisama?"

Bisied knew.

The current movement of the sword. It was certainly a boneless and flawless sword that was neither a blue-wave stream nor a cherry blossom sword.

It's not like they specialize in killing or behave perfectly according to the situation. It's just a tedious swordsmanship, just like an example.

But...

"Certainly, imitation is only owed on the spot. The trajectory learned by imitation is not forgotten because the battle is over. Their training, their skills. For its shape, meaning and reason. I can only remember, I remember."

"I see. He's a terrible man. It doesn't make much sense to take the copy from you."

Bullshit, Bisied raised his mouth.

In other words, the man in front of you not only imitates the opponent he fought against.

It's about taking that experience and that type of technology and carrying that life.

Literally, the number of places is different.

On-the-spot motion due to accumulated experience called battlefield intuition. It means that everything is stuck inside him.

"... yes, I don't suppose there's a chance of winning."

Exhaling as if he had given up, the armored knight remained straight against Futa.

I know that and I can't break it.

However, the armor had already been damaged and was about to sink.

That was the result of a punch from a fouta kick, a shoe trail that was so clear to everyone's eyes that if someone were present at the scene.

With a blow of that magnitude, your abdomen won't be safe.

--After all, I didn't have a partner.

"Do you think the King's Knight is pathetic?

No.

"Would you say that?"

I have no taste in scolding those who have dared to challenge me.

However, for Futa, who did not know the details of Bisied's situation, there was certainly a feeling that simple skill did not keep pace with the previous reputation of the King's Knight.

I'm not sure because I don't imitate.

"I... fell down on the street when His Majesty picked me up. When I was a kid."

Poof, murmuring.

I never made a fool of a sudden old story.

When Huta is silent, Bisied puts his hand on the painful abdomen and stands up.

"Your Majesty was really kind. He was really kind enough not to let go of the people who suffered in front of me."

In fact, the number of people picked up or saved by Gilbert is not small. In Bisied's memory, I remember a lot of people taking their hands and finally smiling happily.

Some have sworn a sword in return, and some have vowed to serve as a people. Some of them were ungrateful and some of them were frustrated by the sword, but Gilbert forgave them all.

Bisied decided to work for him.

Do you know your profession?

"No... I'm sorry, I came to the Kingdom..."

"Well, it's been a year.... Your profession is a healer."

"... Aren't you a nobleman?"

"Oh, well, we've had a lot of wars since our ancestors, until about 10 years ago. Many heirs to the throne have died. Your Majesty didn't think you were going to be king back then."

"Healer."

Some people use magic magic to heal people like a swine, and some go the way of a doctor.

Some people are counsellor-type to heal someone's mind.

All we have in common is healing people, so we don't know where their aptitudes are.

However, when Huta first arrived at the royal castle, Corona asked if Huta was a "healer" because she thought she was a counselor using conversation.

"... I see."

Huta is a little convinced, too.

It makes sense that he was a very calm and loving person.

Futa thought it was a surprise.

"Have you ever felt anxious to let such a man do the King?"

"Some people said it was better for the" aristocrats "to do it. But in the end, it's a kind of power struggle. Immediately after the war, the next King's fight is ridiculous. It was the present kingdom that raised the King and tried to support us all."

……

Gradually.

Fouta also felt like she was seeing the current state of the country.

Why the economy was tilting toward the sun.

The fact that Richter's sword belonged to those who experienced war.

Rather than a faction struggle, the flow of faction formation.

A slum filled with the heart of King's Landing.

And above all, the reason I was afraid of "rape."

This country is a sick man who has managed to make up his own supply, and the weary earth has finally been sprouted with low-length grass.

That's why we have to boost it now.

Nevertheless, ancestors preceded each other and the guidelines remained uncertain.

"--I didn't want His Majesty to think hard."

Bisied tells Huta, who looks up, small.

"If only Lord Lilac had been a kind and good boy, ahh... I really wanted him to be a noble minister and a princess in the reign."

"... Mr. Bisied"

Perhaps the words of the man who has survived the most difficult period of kingdom modernity.

Seven years ago he became a knight of Gilbert. I suppose there were many knights before that.

If Lilac was just unusual and the royals deserved a knight - I'm sure there were many who were better than him and swore allegiance to Gilbert just like him.

It is now clear that the status quo was difficult because of Bisied, who carries their will and supports Gilbert with their thoughts behind his back.

"I have not experienced war, nor am I serving Lilac with someone's will. But surely, what Bisied-san wants to say will be conveyed."

"... I couldn't do it."

Murmuring, words.

I couldn't.

A word that curses your helplessness, as it leaks pain and swallows.

Before Huta asks what it is, he says.

"You can make Lilac that noble minister!

"... ahh"

If it was for Gilbert's sake, it would have been the best.

Huta agrees.

If a rapist be a ruler in the world.

The greatest key is that the reign is being done.

Were you unable to achieve it - or were you already a rapist at the time?

Either way. The fact that I couldn't do it is that Bisied was poked seven years ago.

"- It's my responsibility. I understand. But on top of that, dare. Don't you dare make me complain, Lord Huta."

……

"If it were you. If you only liked His Highness so much, could it have been accomplished...?

It was like trusting eyes.

Could Futa have guided you to become a ruling minister? I thought you could guide me.

Futa thinks. For example, if I had the will. I wonder if it could be accomplished.

I don't know. I don't know what's going on in this country, but I've just lived happily ever since. Occasional incidents were full of things in front of me.

It's just "unemployed."

Sure, there may have been a slight feeling of toothache.

Maybe not.

He keeps worrying about Futa.

"I've never seen your face like that. It seemed fun. I also forgot that King Gilbert was both a healer and a king, and if I didn't think I'd live free, I'd be lying!

So...

"Why didn't you stop Lord Lilac!

If you had the same thoughts, you would know.

"If His Highness is forgotten to be a" rapist. "If they forget you're a princess. Don't you agree, Master Huta!!!

The question went straight through the lid.

"Oh, Mr. Bisied. That's not true."

Futa smiled softly.

"... Master Futa?

"That's not true. Mr. Bisied."

Loosely shake his head and Huta grips his fist.

"Indeed. It would be a lie to say that you have nothing to think of Lilac. You cross a dangerous bridge, and you can't rely on me. I don't know what I'm thinking, and I get anxious."

"It's... she's still something."

"Oh, yeah. I'm working on it."

A troublesome smile. But it's also an expression that makes you feel a strong will.

"This situation must have been what Lilac wanted. I felt something was going on with Mr. Bisied. That's why he hit me. There may be other reasons, but they won't tell me."

"- Well then!! Then you won't suspect it! We know the Rape Male is up to something, and you pretend to be a stranger!

"No. I also say I don't like when I don't like it. I don't want to destroy this country and run away alone.... oh, yes, in that sense. I'm sorry about the pasta, and I might be uncomfortable with Lilac. Perhaps you can take me to a diner in King's Landing that I like."

"... what?"

And mock yourself.

The mockery - it stabs a man with the same aspiration.

"But there's something you should not forget."

Gently open your gripped right hand.

Sure, scratches.

It was Lilac M. Fangini who saved me.

Eyes straight through Bisiedo.

"That's true for you, too. Isn't Gilbert the Healer who saved you?"

"--That's..."

"I don't know the details."

It's, for example, their past.

Lilac's past.

Fear of "rape" in the kingdom, fear rooted in war.

"I'm not going to talk about King Gilbert's relationship with Mr. Bisied. I just don't care if she's up to something... Yes, under the starry sky."

"... Futa, my lord"

"He saved me because he was the one."

I didn't even know he was listening to it.

"So I..."

--Fireworks stopped for a moment.

"Sometimes it's a" rape male. "And being a princess. And above all, she's always laughing with me."

Stars blink in the night sky.

"I love all Lilac M. Fangini."

It wasn't even unexpected - all the affirmations for the first time.

"― ― Huta, my lord. It is."

"Sorry, Bisied-san. Master Lilac is certainly a" rapist. "But I can't put up with being denied that guy just because he's a" raper. "That's... that's right. After all, it's only a spider. It's the only thing I can hold. It's a cowardice."

Fireworks are rising.

For a moment, it seemed like the time had stopped. The moment was foam.

"That's what you are, isn't it? King Gilbert of Healers and King Gilbert of Kings. --Even when he was a prince. I did this because I loved them all."

Gu, bite your teeth, Bisiedo.

I can't find a word to return.

But that means...

"Then why didn't you see Lilac like that?"

"Kh... ah...!!

I understand.

My true misfortune.

And most importantly, she killed this man. That's why I keep this man with me.

"... a life of regret."

Hold Estoku.

If that happens, your broken heart will even come to pierce your neck.

But it's a relinquishment of responsibility for everything I've started.

"Rape Male" has a fine knight.

Then, at least until the end, the King should have the allies of all spirits.

"--Take it."

Bisied pulled out the sheath from his waist.

Spiked swords like Contesh and Estoch are easy to break.

Therefore, when the user goes out like this, it is usual for him to carry two bottles.

--One day Lilac was like that, and he played his first sword in King's Landing.

"Why?"

"You're still strong enough. Either way, there may not be any chance of winning. Still."

If he's the only one holding back.

"For example, if I confronted someone with the same thoughts. I can't cross the Yellow Spring Road with my chest full."

"... okay."

It was the moment I tried to reach out.

"--Not required"

A stabbing sword pierced at the foot of Futa with a cool voice.

"--Your Highness."

"Master Lilac, you're here!... hmm? Since when?

"Just now!! Yes," Take it "!!

Really?

Her expression is not visible in the backlight of night books and fireworks.

But I can hold the pierced konzesh.

Estok and Konzesh share the same prick sword.

And above all, they use the same court swordsmanship as our own.

"Why did you bring your own sword?"

"... I want you to use it. For you now."

"... okay."

What thoughts are on her sword?

I don't know what that means to Futa now.

But there's something I can tell you.

It is the will of a man standing in front of him.

As the fireworks rise, the final battle begins.

Mimicry: Bisied =......

Eh?

Golden eyes open to a man who enters the hall and takes the stance of court swordsmanship.

Is it ever taken backwards or something? It's not such a cowardly thing.

I can tell from reading the trajectory - many of his exercises.

Remembered, talentless.

"Are you..." Unemployed "?"

"Do you want to expose yourself to a boulder?"

Of course, it wasn't Huta alone who was astonished at that.