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

No.

Mei-do?

On that day, Huta was on her way to a place on a carriage.

The corona sitting next to her is a familiar squeal tilting her neck.

Looking at what happened to her, she couldn't see her pretty face from the lid and looked out the window.

"What's wrong?

"No, I don't..."

Turn around and point gently out.

Wherever the usual bluff went, the puzzled expression seemed to indicate that the "something" she noticed was an anomaly.

"Which one?"

She sat up in front of her and looked side-by-side at the tip of Corona's finger.

That corona lines up confused words with pure question marks. If you look at what's going on...

"... bhhh?

There was too much unexpected sight, and the fouta sounded unexpectedly.

The speed of the carriage in which two people get in is not very fast.

That's true. Though it is used for transportation, there are many streets around here. Because it is a noble city, it is unlikely that people will pop out in front of the carriage - there are some problems with the carriage hitting the everyday noble city where the family walks amusely along the sidewalk.

That's why it's a carriage that goes pajamas to its destination, but I'm sure there's a situation where not only Futa and Corona, but also people walking along the sidewalk and horses pulling the carriage.

"... that's Richter, right?

"It's just the back of the head, but the maid thinks so too."

Hmph, she nods.

--That's right, the carriage is moving.

It could well be that she found something, and it was too late when Futa peeked.

And why do they keep looking out the window side by side?

Every cancer, every cancer.

I could see the finished hair from behind.

I hear that he has always been careful to dress up as a nobleman.

Such a man has been in front of the lions for a long time.

Though the carriage won't run much, it should still be faster than walking.

Nevertheless, he keeps ahead of the lions and gradually pushes them away.

"... when did you make this track?"

Somehow, there was a thin track between the sidewalk and the driveway.

"Phew, I've been looking at the paperwork with a serious face all along."

"Oh, really. It's rolling up.... in that state."

Vehicle, because it is a wretched "box" with knees folded over 180 self.

Can you understand the size of the knee when it protrudes from the length of the box?

Is it annoying to shake a lot? I scratch the back of my head with the buttocks of the pen I have.

"Mom, I want to ride that!

"Shh, don't look - Sir Klimbroom!? Eh, I wonder if that's the noble cutting-edge..."

My family is in a hurry.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"I know the maid. Recently, people are starting to say that maid clothes are old."

Corona pinches her skirt with loneliness.

It reminds me that Richter unified all his house attendants into butlers' uniforms. If I think about who the cause is, I wonder if I can go around and get back to myself...

Nevertheless.

"... isn't he tired?"

I couldn't help but think so.

Note that today's destination is probably the end of the track.

"Mr. Richter."

"Damn, my hips, my hips... nh, Futa. It's early."

"You're early. What is this?"

He asked me to speed it up a little and somehow arrived alongside the mysterious vehicle at the Climbroom Mansion.

It is a newly built mansion built in the place where it burned down.

In front of the front door, a Richter, who crawled out of a vehicle that had stopped in the middle of a collision, was greeted by Fouta at a strange stop that was just prepared next to the carriage's stopping rotary.

"Whatever they say, it's a trolley."

"It's a trolley, isn't it? Is this a mine?

"Maybe it's a mine...."

It is a Richter with terrible distant eyes.

"Why are you making such an interesting thing when you're riding a new one? No matter what you think, you're playing."

"That's right...."

"What are you nodding about?"

"... that's the first time you've said that around me."

"Are we all stupid? Or am I late?

"Somehow, I think I've seen decent people for a long time."

Richter puts his hand on the shoulder of Futa with a crying face.

A maid face with a hiccup face behind it.

It is perhaps the thickness of the skin of a majestic surface like Decent Human No. 2.

Hey, hey!

"Get lost, non-human head."

"Wow, Corona, wow!

At the next moment, it was Huta who hurriedly suppressed the corona holding the mop.

I am very afraid of losing light from my eyes.

"Why is there a mop in the carriage?"

It's a maid's favorite.

A maid who's fast turning out his tongue.

Aside from that, Futa looks back and looks towards the direction of the trajectory that Richter came through.

"I don't think so, by the way."

Drive straight to the castle.

Master Lilac forgave you a lot.

"Ah... that's it."

Likewise, Richter murmured as he stared at the track.

"I was asked to report on the operation of the direct attendance system"

"What???????????"

"I was asked to report on the operation of the direct attendance system"

"Who... is this what you mean?

A fouta that inadvertently points to a vehicle.

"Anything....."

And Richter remembers the past.

Whether it is useful to lay the tracks in a specific location...... well...... depending on the situation, I will also consider switching the ride carriage to a power car......? Fufufu.... "

I was so laughed at.

"Depending on the operation of this, maybe the transportation business can be done at home....."

"Come on!! No matter what you think, it's reckless!

This is Richter, who strokes his trolley with his gentle eyes, and desperately shakes his shoulders to wake him up.

"This can't be a business!

"Everything starts small."

"Isn't that more positive than I thought!!

Yes, the moment I yelled.

"I want to be positive too!!!

Richter was clean.

"Why is there a trolley running from the Mansion to the Imperial Castle? I don't understand!!

"If you don't understand, no one will..."

"But I realized that."

"Hah...?

Pompom, and hit that little box.

"I won't be disturbed by anyone while I'm on this."

"Sure, I don't want to be near you."

"Do you have any idea how noble that is!? Ahh!?"

"You're emotionally unstable. Somebody give him a break."

Around such a narrow trolley, I am worried that it will be okay as a "nobleman".

Outside the windows, it was a clean slate that was mistaken for the most fashionable.

You must not have been able to breathe.

I was wondering if we could go to dinner together somewhere appropriate.

"If you're asking for a report, will you be at work for a while..."

I see. Well, you'll get used to it soon. "

"I think there are good and bad things to get used to."

No, it's not.

Shake your head loosely.

"There are things to get used to and things to get used to."

"You should really go somewhere once."

"There's only one railroad."

"He's not my travel partner."

We're talking about getting away from the trolley now.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Don't call me rude."

"Rash. Rash. So..."

"What is it? How do you play that novice?"

Speaking of which, Futa remembers.

It was unusual for her to be an adult.

I don't think you've been waiting very long for a conversation between Huta and Richter, and I wonder what you've been up to.

"Made to measure! I'm coming with the princess!

I was on my own trolley.

Richter glanced at Futa and noticed that she was experiencing a definite 'I want her to like me' air.

"Eh?

He held her by both sides and threw her out of the trolley like a cat.

And he laughs with his nose like a fool.

"I'm sorry, but this is a Klimbroom vehicle."

"You're a couple times as attached to me as I thought."

Unexpectedly, Futa smiled and noticed.

Pupu, her frustrated expression.

Angry or irritated. Because such a face is only served to an unknown Richter, it is a fouta that feels fresh in an unusual sight. --Either way, Richter is the only one who hits her hard.

As soon as she stepped lightly - either she stepped on the tip of the fallen mop or the pattern of the mop jumped into Corona's hand to get up. Horribly early in the day, before Futa said "ah."

Uuuuuuuuuu

Ah, it's a shame not to wake up.