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

I love you Ah Fu

Kyu

A tone that squeezes out of your cool vocal cords.

A fantastic ORGAL study reminiscent of the snow scenery is no longer entirely compatible with this air.

The graceful time I had just spent died, and it was just a moment ago that Huta, who was in a hurry, held Lilac.

"What are you doing today?"

"Eh, ah, no. I should be honest with you."

"Who did this to you? Go to the Blood Festival now."

"Blood Festival"

Lilac finally picks up and exhales.

He looked around his head and closed his eyes to hide the agitation.

I love you!!!

…………………………

"Master Lilac? Are you all right, sir?

The scene above was burned on the back of my eyelids, so it was useless.

What?

That is the name of the emotion that dominates Lilac's mind.

Unless his ears suddenly became unable to translate a particular language, it was definitely a confession of love that had just been blurred from his mouth.

And why?

……

If you stare with wet eyes, your own diner leans his neck in trouble.

"Why are you looking so fine?"

Eh?

"What did you just say?

"... he loves Lilac."

"............ ahhh"

Nod convincingly.

For the time being, she stood up away from Futa's arms.

"I love Lilac M. Fangini."

I was very pleased with all the affirmations I had at that time. Admit it.

And I did think.

Try to hit Lilac himself with that feeling.

It's just...

Thank you very much.

"Well, from my point of view, I'm not upset because I'm used to saying such things."

Well, now then...

"Just a little heel entangled in the carpet."

"Turn over from your back in a way that upsets your balance."

"I'm not flipping."

"No."

"I'm not flipping."

"... well, if that's what Lilac says..."

Let me show you how much time I can afford to ride a deception.

I wonder what it is.

Correct your residence and return to Futa.

"In the first place, is that what you suddenly come in and say?"

"I'm sorry about that..."

Nothing, I don't want to discredit his actions.

However, I was surprisingly upset myself - above all, for some reason it wasn't interesting.

I still don't know what the cause is.

"I want you to take care of the atmosphere a little more."

Atmosphere?

Yes, for example, under that day's starry sky.

Night is good after all. Indoors, after people's heat has cooled down, in dance halls or private rooms.

"....................................................................................................................................."

"Hmm....?

I knew I was completely alone.

It's not interesting because I'm aware of it.

The raised eyebrows never welcomed Futa's words.

Although the cheeks that have become a little hot complain about something, it is also a terrible story to ask Futa to feel it.

In fact, the behavior from earlier indicates that Huta did not like her behavior.

--Because it was a confession that suddenly jumped into the room, it was obvious.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little bit driven by a sense of purpose."

Huh?

Yeah, it wasn't funny.

I look up at him with one eyebrow raised.

And Lilac turns from a little rush to finally ice-solve the question.

Yes. What is his temperature difference compared to his pathetic, heartless self?

I didn't like it.

I need to pack a little more.

If that's what I mean by "I love you," then tell me first.

When I thought so, I complained in the mirror about what I was expecting, and I looked terribly shallow.

It made me angry again.

"I knew Bisied was in my heart."

Huh

The roots of a sense of purpose.

The name that I didn't want to hear very much fell out of Futa's mouth and bit my lips slightly.

"After all, he moved for King Gilbert... but it didn't reach King Gilbert. All that remains is King Gilbert's empty heart."

…………

King Gilbert didn't say that because he was such a human being.

I'm sure Bisiedo has something to think about.

"I don't want to do anything on my own, and I don't care how much Lilac uses me - I also tell her. That's why it's not like Mr. Bisied.... yes, I thought so."

A voice that can't reach you anymore.

This curtain is drawn because it does not result in any benefit to your Lord.

I can tell you now that it won't happen to me.

But I wonder if Bisiedo and Gilbert are the same.

I'm fine now.

That's what I was thinking. Before I noticed it, there was a crack.

That's the scariest thing.

I don't suppose it's what you wanted with them.

"Still, I thought I should tell you what I could tell you. Before it's too late."

"... it's too late."

Amazing. With his pale eyes rounded, Futa nodded in a surprisingly windy lilac. Apparently, Lilac doesn't know what he thinks.

She laughs at Futa's eyes, staring strangely.

"Fu, fufu"

"Did I say something strange!?

"I mean... did you think the relationship would change if you jumped into my room like this today?

"No, you know what? He said that there would be nothing wrong with it soon!

"That's right... I certainly don't know what's going to happen."

"Are you being ridiculous!?

"You're making a fool of me."

"Really?"

Oh, yeah.

Giggles, gracefully puts his hand over the dress glove and laughs.

Lilac thought.

I was upset because I suddenly jumped in.

I felt a little irritated because I said it was a sense of purpose.

But surely there is no lie in his words.

--I can truly feel that I'm loved.

It's the first time I've felt it.

At the same time, it is a great pleasure and a pity.

Because you and Futa aren't Gilbert and Bisiedo.

"I understand how Futa feels. ― ― It has been properly conveyed.

"Was that good...?

"Yeah, and I heard you didn't bother telling me from the front?

"No, I knew you had heard that time!!

"- Well, what do you think?"

Pull out your tongue like a prank.

With a slightly upward mood, she turns back to the Fouta in front of her.

"But I'm still a little angry."

Eh?

There are honest feelings that you can say because you're in a better mood.

It's not Gilbert and Bisiedo, it's Lilac and Fouta.

I could not say that I was turning over - something that was rooted in the roots that I didn't have to say.

"From the front against me, I love you, etc."

"Yes... there?

Unexpectedly, Huta doesn't seem to know anything yet.

I don't want to show you my cheeks that are a little stained with vermilion. That makes no sense, so I stare at him with perseverance.

"Why is there no light?"

Normally speaking, if you love the opposite sex, it would not be strange to misunderstand.

If you don't know what you're trying to say so far, it's just stupidity.

Futa is by no means just a fool.

Then there is another reason inside his chest.

Lilac knew it would be difficult to get rid of it because it was rather intrusive.

When illumination comes in, it's called sex - when it gets in the way, it's called respect.

If you feel only that "disturbing thing", it's not unbearable, lonely - it's also painful and scary.

I was once there because of that I couldn't take a step forward.

But...

"Or is your feeling the same, even if I were a man?

"... that's..."

I wanted to say yes.

Until a little while ago, I would have nodded and even held hands to fulfill my duty to being saved.

But as a princess. I know the weak part as a girl.

It would be a lie to say that you didn't even remember the emotions of the shard in your beauty.

And again, Futa was upset by the impression that she was a "woman" who dared to root it out.

Hmm.

For some reason, Lilac is happy.

I was confident in what I looked like, and I began to take more care of myself when Huta came.

For example, I am also changing perfume and exploring the reaction of Futa.

Should I stick to my hair? If you dress up as a maid, you can go into some exploration.

Above all, yes. Silver is a huge advantage for Futa's favorite color, and it's pointless to think about it. If your hair were red, he would like red.

That's all.

I thought it was never impossible to make people feel other than feelings of respect.

"Then you can say it again. Just like when I jumped in earlier. Come on, come on!

--Or maybe you regretted it somehow.

I've been flipped.

Rather, I was upset that only I perceived that word as "that kind of meaning".

Around that point, there may be good or bad things about samurai who are obsessed with winning or losing - anyway.

Can you arrange the place so far and say that you love me by cutting it in front of you?

In front of Lilac, where curiosity, expectation and the soul of the match are mixed up and he doesn't even know what's going on.

Fouta stared straight at Lilac and told him.

I love you.

"... why...?"

Sex is different from respect.

She groaned at her sincere words, devoid of light shards.

It has never been so bad before.

It was oddly the same as the number of loved experiences.