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

--New Climbroom Mansion.

There was also Pietrokko (named after Corona), and after that, there was a agony in the direct attendance system Klimbroom.

Huta stepped into Richter's new home as she was invited and took a breath of relief into a more decent mansion than she thought.

At the very least, it doesn't seem like there's a trolley in the hallway, a floor jump, or a climbing stick for deployment.

Richter's private room is considerably larger, and the dining room is the size of a kakuya. The sofa and the table were arranged as if several living rooms were stuck together.

Thanks to this, it is like a restoration that ultimately seeks relaxation.

"Why did you do this?

"Wolcott said to change his mood, but... it's not bad to go out. You can sit wherever you want and feel free to call people. I wonder if it's hard to breathe in the office all the time."

"You seem to be in the office longer than people...."

Haha

It was a dry laugh.

Richter also lowered his hips slowly in front of the sofa for one sitting down. The sofa is like a cushion, and the cushion is quite large. The sofa that buried my body seemed very comfortable, and Futa was a little envious that I should have sat there.

Whatever.

"I see, you can call people...? Do you do a lot of partying?

"Regardless of whether I want to do it or not, it is important to have a certain amount of interaction. Besides..."

After a moment of reflection, Richter looked at Huta.

"You don't have to call me a nobleman."

"What?

"I thought it was my duty to comfort my subordinates, including those who come to live here. I have some resistance to entering my private room... but if that's a reward, it's not bad."

I see.

I recall when Prince Barrier Reef visited the King's City.

Richter was inviting his own men and neighbors to a party, not for the "aristocrats".

Not to mention what the various events that happened there meant to Richter.

I heard that it was inspired by the story of Fouta trying to cook for Lilac and Corona.

"Sure, this spacious space is good. Even though it feels so luxurious, it seems like it would be enough without straining your shoulders."

It combines a sense of luxury like Listrante with a sense of comfort like Taberna.

Hula designed it.

Even in my career.

It's a boulder.

Yes, it is.

It seemed like a construction that showed Richter's personality.

--Now let's talk about it with Hula.

It is another story that Huta decided to tell Hula after that, and that he will bravely expose the entire design of the Klingon Bloom mansion with great joy.

"... by the way..."

Richter finally put his hand on his forehead, knowing that the topic would spread, against the murmuring fouta.

Honestly, I don't want to touch it. I'm tired. I don't want to get involved.

But the situation doesn't seem to allow it.

"What is that?

"I don't know...."

The tip that Huta pointed to.

There was an equally relaxing sofa at another table.

Rather, there was a foreigner who said that Futa and the others would be invited to the room.

They came again without appointments, and Richter completely ignored the first call, but apparently gave up talking until the meeting between Huta and Richter ended.

That's good.

The problem is.

"Oh, this is delicious... oh, this is delicious...!

Meidori Arisu

"I've never had such a delicious meal...."

Meido

Huta was usually irritated.

It is good at this time that she is in the service for some reason.

Warm tea is served in front of the lid.

I left it on my own just now.

So I don't complain whether I cook in this room and in this mansion on my own, or serve.

But you can't do the dialog.

Doesn't the feeling I had that day look cheap enough to die??

Hey, Futa.

"What is it?"

"Don't break my house."

"I can't do that."

"... the table is floating."

Looking at Richter as if he had given up, there was some kind of conversation going on over there.

"I didn't know there was such a poor maid in Richter's mansion... ufufu"

Meme...

"Hey... I'd like to borrow money every day with this. Do you think Richter loves you?

Mei-do. Sautéed white fish "

"Oh, this is it! - I'll get you some more meat!

Meido

Tap, the maid leaves the room.

Completely a waiter in Listrante.

"I wonder if that maid could pinch me up a bit... ufufu"

"That bastard."

"That bastard."

Looks like nothing stood up alone.

Two shadows slowly approach the table, along with Richter, who rose up vigorously from the comfortable, relaxed sofa.

Hiya?

Hey...

First, Richter L. Klimbroom.

What kind of joke is "I want to borrow it every day"?

"Eh!? Ah, ahaha! Hey, hey, hey, hey, you like this delicious food, right? - Would you like Richter too?

"I don't need it."

"Really... it's delicious."

"It was made in our kitchen. And the guy who came here to borrow the money has a lot of attitude?

"Eh, well, here, let's just wait until this conversation is over..."

"I see... go home"

"Huh!? That's right! Wait! I'm in a lot of trouble right now!!

'Cause you put all the kitchens in the room?

"There's only one pantry. It's not working at all!

"Stupid."

It is a Richter who can't say anything stupid.

And then...

"Hey."

Hiya? ― ― ― This is Master Futa Pomodoro……… was this okay?

Ah.

Slowly nodded the lid.

It is a hammock that swallows raw saliva in its sense of intimidation, but it is a stray stone that glitters at the table with a sense of crisis that the meal will cool down.

"Um... something"

Richter felt a headache and rubbed his eyebrows against a horrible hammock.

I wonder why all the aristocrats are so frightened of the civilian population. --But there's nothing I can do about it. There is a supreme samurai who used force in front of him, and nobles who are not frightened are like Richter... all I know is Richter.

Conversely, he doesn't know that Richter, who is building a flat friendship with Futa Pomodoro, is gathering unwanted high praise.

The secretary is just smiling in the back.

Not to mention, it is.

The cold eyes look down at him.

Richter's eyes turned white, like his subordination.

"--You said that just now. The maid's snack?

"Eh, ah, no... ah"

As he perceived something, Hammotto tilted his head.

I don't suppose it's any offense at all.

"... mix?

The moment he said so, he felt a strong "wind" on his face.

When I think of something, I notice it with my fist in front of me.

"Mr. Richter."

"... please, please forgive me because I'm a posterity. We don't want to be destroyed anymore."

……………………

Besides, he just doesn't know anything.

………………

"... scum."

"Hyi!

A hammock that screams. When she exhaled that she was certainly not a little cool, Richter squeezed her elbow.

Talk to me from you.

"Am I in this guy?

"I don't want to talk about that maid."

You're so cute.

I don't care which marquis the blur resembled.

Straight ahead, Huta stared at the hammot - it was a bit troublesome.

I tried to hit him, though it was cool. And even if you say, "Richter has nothing to do with Corona," it's only natural to say, "Then it's you."

Futa also understood.

It is not strange that a "chamberlain" who works in a "aristocratic" mansion is supposed to do so.

In any case, the value of winners is strong if your husband has it.

There's nothing wrong with a hammock.

Huta exhaled and told her.

"You're not gonna get Corona."

So they finally noticed the hammot.

Rather, should I be mistaken?

"Excuse me!!

It was already a beautiful flat ground.

Ku, shall I lick my shoes?

"I don't need it."

"Ok, I'm so sorry...!! All I know is that it belongs to Richter... I see, I don't really see his face...! I didn't know it belonged to Futa...."

Eh, ah, I don't think so.

"I'm so sorry. You're a naive, cute maid. Because it's so bright and cute... it's still Richter's."

"- Stop it. You think it's mine? I'm getting cold."

Hey, what do you mean, Mr. Richter?

"Me, I can't bend just this!!!

No, no.

The driftstone fouta also had a cold head, and he accepted Hammoto's apology.

I thought it was a subtle mistake, but there it is.

In fact, the corona comes with the princess. A nobleman of high standing who frequently meets princesses and kings can't help but have a weak relationship with Corona in a nobleman like Hammotto.

To put it more simply, when she touched her most, she had her hair untied and her clothes blurred.

Ah, um...

That's when the voice came out.

Turning around, he looks like a maid holding a beef steak in a mittens.

exposed to the gaze of three people, the two chambers of gold twitched upside down.

"Well, it's going to get cold, it's going to get cold, so just leave it there."

"So...."

After placing the extra order of meat gently on the hammock's table, she was about to back off - and was caught there by the hammock.

They caught me, or they stopped me.

"I'm so sorry!!

Pfft?

"I didn't know you belonged to Futa!! I'm sorry!!

"Ah, hey, hey."

Integrity is a good thing.

Trying to make an excuse that it's not yours.

Corona distracted herself by playing around with her gold thread.

"Ah, uh... Master Huta, you know..."

Ah, ahh

"I heard everything...."

"Ufufu"

The trick of hiding your face in Mittens is so pathetic that it is a hammock that swallows raw saliva without sexual punishment.

"No, you know what, this is a corona."

"Me, maid!

The mouth protruding out of Mitten moves by blocking Futa's excuse.

"Ugh, I'm so happy...?

That's all, Corona leaves the room slapping.

I can only see off his back, next to the stunned lily.

I like it.

A hammock misunderstood the relationship between a cute maid and a fouta.

I like it.

--I don't think you'll be harmed by that maid. And Richter muttered the same thing.

That would accelerate the mistake that that cute maid of Hammoto is Huta's, but that's another story.