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

Elegance? He's dead.

At that time, Lilac M. Fangini's spirit was the ultimate source of confusion.

"What's the matter, Lilac?"

Things that are too incomprehensible.

However, she is the First Princess of Lilac. A woman who has been trained to cope with any crisis situation and has always made the world a battlefield to survive.

No matter what you put yourself in a position of uncertainty, calmly deposit, and first think about what happened to you in order to clear your head.

Thoughts....

"Are you listening to me?

Ah, you know...

This is a little strange, as if it were a futa that has gone to hell.

─ Master Lilac, are you all right now?

What is it? Nothing, I don't have any immediate work to do... Huta?

I have no reason not to greet you because I came to see you.

With a slight feeling of joy on her chest, she stood up with the same elegance as usual.

That's when I thought I'd sit on the couch as usual.

He was supposed to change his walking angle and head to the sofa in the reception room, but he slowly approached the standing lilac.

Lilac takes a step back without losing sight of his eyes and their sudden approach, always respecting him.

But I guess that didn't work.

He treads closer to her as Lilac packs her down and crosses the line of her toes with his feet.

When I look into his eyes, I see no hostility or harm.

It just doesn't distract you.

According to one theory, the beasts who encounter each other would give way if they looked at each other differently.

It was obvious that he was not willing to give up on his actions at least now, even though he would not lose if he diverted.

Futa, um, a little...

Stay back.

Tell me what you want to do.

Stay back.

What's the matter, if you have something to say?

Stay back.

It is only certain that the atmosphere is different.

Step by step and step by step, Lilac finally bumps his back against the wall.

Very close.

His face looked up.

Every other enemy - every human being in the world - knows nothing about it.

It's a little scary that he threw away his usual respect somewhere, making an "exception" for her.

Futa, don't you think you're being rude?

I need to talk to you for a second.

Well then, let's talk slowly on the sofa instead of here.

Lilac was the first to turn away.

I was about to head towards the sofa, and then I tried to get out of the side.

As she glanced through, her hand against the wall blocked her way.

With a loud and intimidating sound, she reacts slightly to her shoulders.

--And to this day.

Lilac regenerated a short memory and still didn't know what was going on.

She has a position.

Though I didn't expect events like that to occur to the Huta counterpart, such as the need to draw a line to the subordinate relationship with perseverance. Rather than wake up, reason shouts, "Otherwise."

But...

That's what I think.

Maybe there was something really wrong with Lilac.

Were there feelings that took precedence over familiarity enough to have a pleasant tea party?

For example, if it was just like giving Lilac all his love, it would be beyond his imagination.

I don't know if it was a year ago, but I was told to cancel the "contract" and say goodbye.

"... Futa, are you dissatisfied with your current life?"

Look up and murmur.

I know it's bad in negotiation. However, there are not many parts that are not rational, so you should be afraid to tell them.

The fact that it is not recoverable is a moment.

"If there's anything I can do..."

Dear Lilac,

"Yes, yes."

Looking at her eyes, which were unusually weak, Futa approached her face.

I've never seen my face so close. Not to mention the last time I was hugged by Futa.

"Please show me another act that lightly decorates the man."

"Eh...."

I thought you were working for Conrad.

Lilac whispers in her ears and dyes her expression red.

"Hmm... don't do that to Futa."

"Because it's good."

………………

I don't know what to do anymore.

This is the first time the lid has been pushed so vigorously, and there is no reason to lid what Conrad used to do in the first place.

I have no idea what is making him do that.

……

But yes. I dare to recall Conrad's name in the frustrating expression of Huta, who made the Spectacular Wall look like a spider's nest.

"... why don't you do it?"

There are also memories that if you want to stroke your cheeks, you just need to stroke them. If you think about it now, it's quite shallow.

If it turns out now...

"............ uhh"

But why?

All I had to do was act as familiar as that time, but my throat trembled so much that I couldn't even do it.

Looking up with wet eyes, the lid stays low.

"You're so cute today."

A gently stretching palm.

When I close my eyes, I feel the warmth of rough hands on my cheeks.

The feeling of the old wound on your right hand is definitely the mark you put on it someday.

"Ahh.... nh"

"... good boy."

"Nh... fu, taaa"

Upper cheeks. Complaining eyes like you want.

Unexpectedly, the lily swallows the raw saliva.

I don't know what it is.

No harm, no hostility. But no respect - just a hunter's gaze that sees himself as a "woman" in front of him.

If Lilac's thoughts don't help it, it'll explode.

"I can't, because...."

The last reason screams if you can't let them step in any further.

However, I feel that instinct complains of pity.

For the first time, an elegant man who always smiles harmlessly feels uncomfortable pointing at himself.

With a fluffy feeling, you don't know what to do, and you stand in front of the guide. I knew that time would be great for the beast I was chasing.

A polite, intelligent and beautiful lonely princess. Even though I should be, I am shallow enough to think that it may still be okay if I can be asked for it. I wonder if I could become a prey.

"... hey, it's a boulder."

Such a sweet encounter disappears in an instant, as if the fever had been taken away.

……

One step away, the lid turned a little red on the cheeks. The eyes are the usual color of respect.

"I should have stepped in quite a bit... but I don't think my acting will collapse at all, or I can't see anything. After all, it's not very good, but it's not as good as Lilac-sama's 100-war training."

I tilted my neck enough to cut the screw.

The lips that were supposed to be shuffling with a little preparedness paint a smiling arc.

"I'm sorry I suddenly acted weird."

Keep your head down, Futa says.

"What does this mean...?"

"I wish I could see even a little of Lilac-sama's ingredients. Ah, would you like some tea?

"... I still have work to do, so please leave my seat."

"Oh, but just now."

"Could you excuse me?"

I see.

I knew you were angry, so drop your shoulders.

"I'm sorry for being rude."

Peek-a-boo, Huta left.

Lilac, who is left alone, desperately organizes his emotions with a breath.

I understood what had happened, and I mumbled.

"... what about...?

The subsequent actions were instantaneous.

Immediately, a set of made clothes was removed from the closet in the office.

It was Lilac who was losing his hesitation every day.

Ah, I guess I should go apologize.

"No, I think we should leave some time for now."

Well, if Lila says so.

An investigation team (1 fake maid) flew to Futa's private room to investigate the situation.

As soon as Lilac questioned him about his confusion, Huta confessed everything.

Though it is a natural story because I think it is someone else, I see that all the culprits are secretaries of the Treasurer.

"I mean, I wanted to see the princess..."

"That's right. Raven 28408; I may be embarrassed. Lilac doesn't tell me everything that's hard."

"That's not true."

"There is."

"... for example?

I wonder if that's what I can tell Lila.

Even if you cloud your expression slightly without an epiphany, Futa naturally won't break your mouth.

Because the opponent is not Lilac, but Lila.

I have to ask Lilac about this - it's very troublesome, so she keeps saying.

"I thought you had the same will to support the princess, but you didn't have a good idea?

"No, it's not like that... you know, Mr. Bisied?

"... ahh"

All the questions melted and nodded.

I'm not telling Futa all the hard things. You're right.

I don't remember disclosing my past with Bisied or what I really thought about him to Futa.

For Futa, however, the inability to support her with loneliness was one regret.

"I almost knew what was going on."

"Seriously? I knew Lila was trusted."

Ha, well...

One careless reply.

"Lilac doesn't tell me everything either. But I want you to rely on me without any such reluctance.... I'm aware that I can't rely on it. I want to be able to help. That's the place."

"Isn't that... a little too proud?

"Really?

Lila, who was floating on the traffic surface, looked back.

--I 'm happy. But, for example. Even if you are in a somewhat difficult situation, it may be a "necessity." Even if Futa sticks it in her neck, it can be troublesome.

"What you can do is never wave a sword on behalf of a princess.

"No, I didn't think so."

Huh?

Lila, who always thought that was the case, rounded her eyes a little.

Futa shakes her head loosely.

I don't mean the difference in thoughts. Futa is more conscious of what she can do than Lilac thinks.

I am well aware of Lilac's abilities.

I don't even think about getting in the way.

"I want you to stop holding me alone when it's hard. At least I want to share his pain.... I'm going to know how hard it is to be alone. Do you think you can imagine how much Lilac missed you when you were a child?... Lila-san has a similar situation."

"... that's right."

Futa just wants to know the signs when her heart hurts.

"For example, if you think I'm a little lonely when I'm out, you know?"

"I'm not such a child!!

"... no, that's what Lila says."

"... the princess just said..."

"Seriously, I'm reading your thoughts. It's a boulder."

……………………

She has a headache.

But, hey.

Sitting deeply on the sofa, Futa sighed small.

I looked up at the ceiling and looked back.

"I was prepared to be hated, but before that, my acting skills were garbage."

"... I was talking about it in the first place."

Yeah?

"Even if I wanted to check my limits, why would I do that..."

After digging up her memory, Lila slightly dyed her cheeks and distracted her eyes.

"... why did you do that?"

"No, when I heard Lilac's act, the first thing I remembered was Conrad's."

"... so?

"Nh, that's what I've been trying to do about acting recently.... because my acting is so narrow."

Wait a minute.

"Wait!?

Lila asked.

"Where did you act like me...?

"Eh, uh... here. Behavior as a champion, typical?

………………

"Really, really."

"... well, that's good."

I decided to prepare a noodle maker, and Lila filled in one of her plans in the future.

"That's how I approached the princess..."

"Yes, it is."

As much as she regrets, Futa sighs.

Actually, being good at acting is like garbage. I knew it.

Still, it was this time that I was put on a meon.

No, the mion is not bad.

It's just that the specs weren't high enough for us to achieve our purpose.

I'm sure if it's Mion himself, I think he has achieved the norm well, but it's the fountain where something like a little rival heart sprouts to his comrade senpai.

It's just...

Well, I won't do it anymore.

Eh?

"... what are you talking about?

"Eh, uh... no"

Just now.

It's clear and new to my memory. In retrospect, shameful or shameful, even shameful, is attacked by shame.

Lilac's clear mind was well carved in information. Which means you think that Lilac in that situation, or that this creep is acting.

... then, here. How many more times do I have to do this?

Thoughts like addicts who tackle drugs attack a princess in a country.

"Why don't you do it occasionally?

Are you crazy?

"Ah, uh, here. It's more like that."

"Dialogue with only amazing fillers."

"You're loud. Shut your mouth."

"Severe"

"May I, Mr. Futa? The princess just said that. Er"

Patrol is for a moment.

Uncloudy, her clear mind quickly pops up a very lowly answer that is in her best interest.

"Is this also a kind of match? And he said so forcefully. Yeah, really."

"I see....."

In Futa's brain, the dazzling Princess Lilac changes from her wet eyes. It was easy to imagine her hair being smooth and her calm expression as usual. That lilac only lives in your head.

"Sure, Lilac."

"Why did Futa-sama do that? It seemed that I needed to think about it a little bit, and I kicked out Futa. The princess couldn't afford it."

"... cum. I see."

All right, Fouta raised her face.

Lila nodded with satisfaction.

And then Futa noticed.

By the way, Lila.

Yes, what is it?

"... how do you know everything?

Pfft?

There was a noise like another maid.

"Don't be so desperate... Your Highness could kill you?

You'll be fine.

"On what grounds?"

"Female intuition... it's not a lie, is it? Otherwise, is it a woman's emotion? Isn't it a little too much to punish me?

Somewhere the Commander smiled invincibly.