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

You're talking crazy.

In the carriage, there was a man and a woman shaking side by side.

"... hah. Pasta Land"

"Don't look so suspicious. I'm the one who wants to hold her head."

I would like to discuss the future of fighting the sword.

Following her offer, Futa was rarely out today.

The main street of the royal castle stands out from the boulders and passes the long-established street by carriage. When I arrived at the less popular section, I leaned my neck, but I nodded understanding that it was a street lined with merchant shops that handled "traded goods" and luxury goods.

Probably the root castle of the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

That's why she can walk relatively grandly, too.

Previously, exposure was kept to a minimum because the dead "Beatrix M. Olba" should not be found.

Now, on the contrary, as a pasta (9), it is a risk hedge because it is exposed to the maximum extent.

The more you know the beatrix, the less you realize that she is such a prominent woman.

In fact, I haven't heard the story of exposing it so far.

However, it was also true that Futa was a little unconvinced when considering that there were children and girls who had been spotted at first sight.

"I'm worried you're gonna be okay at last."

"There? That's it now, right? I don't mind Ruli making an exception... but I think it's okay."

"You never told me why."

……………………

I'm sure Pasta won't find out.

"Yes, the president of the Olba Chamber of Commerce is nine years old. What a sweet voice in the arena."

"I'm gonna roll you up."

"... then tell me."

"Why are you suddenly worried?"

That's right.

With a slightly calm expression, Huta put her arms together.

"Just in case, you're in trouble."

"... hah"

Sigh.

Oh dear, I made a fool of you, but it was a hindrance to Futa, but in these times, the hypocrisy is waiting for me.

If she kept quiet, she looked out the window and murmured.

"Absolutely not. I can't crush what you're saying."

Oh, come on, Yuzen.

"But do you think I was wrong to let you sit next to me and make a scene in the arena?

"... you're such a coward."

"Whatever you want, you can say it. I'm not wrong."

Hmm, I'll snort her nose and show her.

Looking at his face, Futa scratches his head.

"I don't think you're wrong."

But what?

"I'd be curious if you could tell me how I feel and shut me up."

"You said you were okay.

"I don't trust you as much as Lilac."

"Chi."

[]/(n, vs) tongue slapping/

I understand what the man in front of me is saying, worried about himself.

In fact, I was always worried that I would be harmed when I had the most embarrassing "entertainment."

That would have been a strong aspect from the terrorists, but at a time when one-night performances are increasingly expanding their ideas as businesses.

"Then I can only believe what your beloved princess says."

"That's not what this is about. Just tell me why I'm sure you won't find out."

"I don't want to say."

A pasta that turns away and completely shuts out Huta's words.

While she understood that she was in a great mood, Futa frowned.

"Hey pasta...."

"Here it is."

She jumped out of a parked carriage without even looking at her face.

"You'll always love it as much as you like...."

"What? I'm not telling you everything about me."

Oh yeah. Apparently he's still on alert. "

"Eh... that's right. I didn't know when to betray you!

"You... ah, hey!

Turning his back, he stopped her as he slowly entered the store of interest, but he couldn't hear her.

Fouta sighed loudly and got out of the carriage again.

"Ah, shit."

frustration.

What are you trying to hide?

I was angry when I tried to push Futa's nerves upside down.

Ah, Master Futa

I'll be right back.

"... ahh, this is no good."

With only a minimal word, Huta chased after the pasta.

What makes you angry?

--I was just about to be thrown out and hated.

Because there's nothing we can do about it.

"In the meantime, you're just arranging the words that hurt me."

Anyway, I don't have a choice to go home like this.

When I opened the shop door, it was a room with quite a calm atmosphere.

Pasta had already looked up at the walls of the room, and Futa looked around.

Then a well-dressed woman approached him.

"Welcome."

"Ah, guys...."

However, with a strong smell sticking my nose, Futa stunned her face.

It's not the smell. It's just a bit poisonous for him who's not used to it.

--This was like a perfume shop.

"How can I help you today?

"Uh... no, no."

There is nothing in particular, such as the orientation.

Simply because Pasta told me to go out with him.

That's how it works. I'm sorry to the clerk, but after thinking about it, Futa noticed.

This shop now only sees this clerk except for pasta and fouta.

The clerk would have responded to her earlier.

"... who is he?

"It's like... you're looking for it yourself."

Really? My sister is sorry. "

"No...."

I feel kind of sorry for the woman who smiles bitterly.

Looking around, the interior of the shop is very easy to understand.

Walls and shelves.

And in the middle is the table. Here are samples of perfume lined up over the glass.

Stream stones should be called Olba Chamber of Commerce, or perfume shops have a huge amount of inventory.

If Pasta came to pick something for herself, it would be troublesome to talk and have a fight in the store now.

Because of this, Futa asked the clerk.

"I don't like perfume...."

"If you don't mind, let me introduce you to some of them."

"Oh, please."

I wonder if the quality of the clerk is good.

Immediately after arranging about four major items at hand, she introduced the fragrance with each word.

Even in a room full of smell, you can tell if you don't like it if you stick your nose near the bottle.

"Did you have a favorite scent?

"That's right. I like this one."

The clerk nodded and smiled at the bottle shown.

"That's very expensive."

"-But..."

And Futa smiled small and bitter.

"I don't perfume anything."

So, how about a gift?

"Ah... how about that?"

"What do you mean?

"It's my preference, it's not that person's preference, or something like that."

"I can't say no. However, these gifts may also motivate you to come to the store with me."

……

I don't know, but Futa felt a strong aura. His name, which resembles a fighting spirit, is incomprehensible to Futa.

However, this sophisticated technique can be easily brought out to make a woman who works in a shop like this feel full of skill.

"Besides, don't men want their favorite women to wear their favorite fragrance?

"Hmm... I see."

The clerk leans his neck when he tells it like a prank.

This is quite a killer complain, but I've never seen a man floating on a traffic surface before.

"You don't like that much?

"No, I'm definitely glad. That's why it's different to make you unconditionally happy."

I see.

She wondered if the person she liked was weak.

So, I'll leave this one alone.

"Ah, did you buy it? Thank you very much."

"- Hey."

And then a moody voice interrupts.

"What is it?"

"... you have money."

"Excuse me. I have enough pocket money."

--What kind of conversation did the woman think? I thought you were a fine and kind man, but didn't you just say pennies? A big adult?

"... chi"

"What's wrong with you? You're a bad character in the shop."

"Shut up."

As she murmured, she went back to where she had been, took a few perfumes and went home.

"--This is also a separate accounting"

"Yes, sir."

Should I call it the hand of a boulder when I can finish accounting?

"I look forward to seeing you again."

"Thank you."

Lower your head slightly and greet the clerk who sent you outside the store and get into the carriage.

When it comes to moody pasta all the time, it's a stupid stance with a bag of perfume that I bought myself.

"... what was that after all?"

"I don't know"

"You don't know. If I'm dealing with someone else, the attitude in the store is..."

Yes, I was about to complain.

Looking back angrily, she blocks her words.

"He knows what's going on!"

"... things?

…………………………

Grab a bag of perfume and she leans.

"... you're right, you can't trust me."

Huh?

"... it's going to be like this. Someday I'll be holding my pocket money."

"What are you doing?"

Trying to ask what you're talking about.

Son, I heard a small nose rubbing sound, and the boulder lid shut up.

I don't know why, but it seems to have been quite depressing.

Even a small body appeared to be even smaller in the corner of the carriage, and Huta lowered her eyebrows.

"I don't know what you're thinking. If you want to do it differently, it's probably Pasta Land, but it's the second time on stage, so I think you can do whatever you want."

"I'm not doing it my way...."

"It's just so weird to worry about it normally. Just say it's okay."

……

Apparently, she still can't tell us why she's not sure.

Huta sighs at her silently.

"Okay. Well, not now. I don't want to hear it anymore."

……

The snoring voice of Futa doesn't seem to reach her either.

As if Futa had given up, she pressed the little bag she had at her disposal.

"... here it is."

Huh?

"Throw it away if you don't want it. I think you bought it."

"... why suddenly?"

"Not suddenly. I was going to do it for you."

She wiped her eyes and raised her face.

A question mark that comes to mind.

"There's no way I can give you any perfume but yours."

Huh?

"Lilac-sama gave it to me, and if I just thanked her and couldn't put it on at all, I'd be hurt to death. I don't think I can handle Corona if I get it. You're the only one who says you don't need it."

……

"And... let me tell you something."

This must be the biggest reason.

"I'm basically the cause of all your indifference... and I didn't thank you very much. It comes out of the money paid for the terrorists."

…………

So, well, Futa stays away from her.

"I don't know why, but I trust you to be okay, and if something happens, I can't even see it. Whatever happens, I'll protect you."

"What is that?"

"If you don't say anything, you just made a drop for me."

"... what is that?"

Again, she grunts at the indestructible fouta's dialog.

"Really... what is that?"

You don't have to listen to the fine, hot stuff.

"--I didn't expect to buy that many. Well, if you don't want it, I'll take it."

"Shouldn't I have thrown it away?

"No, I'm telling you, if you think calmly, you don't want to."

"Dassa"

"Fuck you, you stubborn little bastard."

If you mock me like I made a fool of you, Futa will raise one eyebrow and scold.

The usual air that comes back gradually is still the most comfortable.

"No, Lilac bought me a record player, so I can play your song in the castle."

"That woman, such harassment is really essential...!!!

A small bag that squeezes tightly without knowing.

--This is the only thing I use anymore.