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

On that day, Lilac M. Fangini had a visitor in his office.

There will be room for debate as to whether or not to refer to the caller as a customer, but now it is.

Lilac did not summon the jade to the tea party, nor the treasurer, who had been routinely caught in a terrible sight, but a "poet" who was so close to him.

His name is Mirabelle G. Gringott.

Warm hair is dazzling in Lilac's dimly lit private room, and his plain expression echoes his maid.

If, for example, the maid is crazy in his head, is this poet in the form of nothing in his head?

Even if it is powdery as well, there is a lot of difference.

He was a lilac who sighed when he saw a woman scratching her tongue in front of the princess, burning herself with a cup of tea.

Even when I invited you to this royal castle, I had a headache because I heard that without Izna's pull rate, the soldiers would have been thrown into jail.

Speaking of which, Izuna and Motsuke are having fun at the botanical garden with spiders and maids by now. I envy you a little, but after I ask Mirabelle about the situation, I still have work to do.

Let's hold it for a little while later. It was Lilac who thought so.

Besides, the reason for calling is simple and clear.

Towards the lilac who told the story, Mirabelle, who was pointing his index finger at his chin, murmured with a question mark.

"Hah, two names? Why do you need two names?

"Welcome back there."

"Yeahhhhh!?

Mirabelle screams at you with little treatment, but without malice.

Lilac sighed a little as she did resemble the maid around here.

"Hah... I was hoping for you, but I'm sorry."

"Oh no!! Certainly Mirabelle is often said to be a shame!

"Not really."

"But Mirabelle is often said to be unfortunate!

"Don't eat down."

What kind of self-promotion has started?

Lilac, shaking his neck, stood up, snorted his heel loosely and approached Mirabelle step by step.

In the heavy air brought about by this dim and princess's office atmosphere.

The princess, who has a reputation for being cute, pushes her feet behind her back so that she can spin around Mirabelle with a lot of pressure.

Kuriku and Mirabelle drank raw saliva.

One day, Prim Lancaster said,

"So, who is it?

"It was a talented poet who gave the gladiator two names."

Lilac himself never summoned Mirabel because he was a "poet."

But indeed, her talent was slowly demonstrated in that pasta. At least Lilac thinks so.

That's why I asked. That's why we're asking.

"You know Izna Sicienzan, right?

"? Sicienzan doesn't know, but Izna does!

"…………………………… OK"

If we dig deep, we'll excavate only the brains of fools.

If there's no choice, Lilac closes for the first time.

But Lilac thinks his synonyms during the Colosseum are two great names that symbolize him.

Hearing that name will convince Mirabelle to know that Izna's giant hammer axe.

Yes, after storing your words.

Lilac said nothing.

"He used to be known in Colosseum as the Golden Age of Crushing."

Behind the gaze.

Mirabelle was rubbing and rinsing her nose.

Girl - No, it's like a kid.

And that's how she reacted.

"Heh...."

"... is that all?

"Eh, ah, yes. Er... why blow up gold? I wonder what it is."

………………

This may not work anymore.

I still wonder if I should think for myself.

I've never doubted my taste, but I still think of only one of the two names myself, and if something looks inferior around me, I'm going to die of indignation.

Even so, Lilac concluded that human cooperation with a good sense of language was essential.

Does he really have a good sense of words in the first place?

Sometimes Mirabelle G. Gringott.

Yes!

"... how much of the lyrics did you write in the old lady?

"Huh? To what extent... hmm... about?

"... is that so?"

Roughly. It's a very vague answer, but the question I asked was vague, so I can't blame it.

It's a little bit about thinking about giving concrete examples.

I wasn't interested in the sweet love axis lyrics tomorrow, but I thought the poem itself was quite a finished substitute for throwing a ball to the subject.

Goodbye.

Speaking of which, I think of the song that Fouta liked the most and played when the pasta came. I know it was about half her reaction, but it wasn't a bad lyric--

... inside, I was irritated.

"--There was a song called Love, Flower Heart."

"Ah, yes! That's Pasta's cute one!

"How much did you help with that?

……………………

"... Mirabelle?

Mirabelle was frozen.

Her frozen eyes were empty and her anxious lilac slightly punctured her stomach.

In the first place, I wonder if she looks like she's hungry, but when I put it out, her shirt and skirt are obviously short of length, so let's move on.

Is this fashion popular among poets?

"Hyun... ah, princess"

"Yes, I'm a princess. Are you all right, sir?

"Ah, yes! Um... I should have made pasta with you... but I don't remember..."

"Is that true?

"I think I was banged! Because when I get hit in the head, my memory flies!

"She's like a cheap toy."

"Terrible!"

It was a lot of cursing.

But if Lilac's throwing feelings can't be helped, it can't be helped.

If you write a proper lyrics, this is how a woman who was more respectful opens the lid.

What would Gracial look like if he heard that tapping on his head would make his memory fly? Don't you cry?

... I wonder if the musical talent that Gracial had bought so far is still specific to "music" and has nothing to do with poetry.

Something catches me.

That's when Lilac called out.

"... ah, but..."

"What is it?

― ― Gracial seemed to have never held a concert of his own while possessing an incredible talent for piano.

I think back to what I said with joy while giving up that I was a "brilliant" stop.

The difference in talent is not "technology."

Literally, the "sensitivity" itself that attracts people's minds.

"--I only told Pasta that flowers suit her!

Now it was Lilac's turn to keep quiet.

Mirabel leaned his neck against Lilac's stomach.

Hiyah

"Ah, I'm back! Nakama!"

Tomorrow's execution bench was supposed to be available.

"I'll reserve your cut."

Lilac treated the execution bench like a barber.

But Mirabel, who doesn't understand anything, just leans his neck.

Cut?

"Your neck. Quickly."

"You're not going to die?

"If you're lucky, you'll survive."

"Wow! I've always been told that luck is good!

"Isn't that being scolded...?

I didn't even notice Lilac's confusion.

But the genius of such an empty-headed Mirabelle is now certain.

I told Pasta to write poetry with the theme of flowers.

That's enough.

If so.

― So Mirabelle

If you can ask Lilac what's right for you - even if you don't rely on two names - why don't you just think about it as a base?

"What do I look like?

"A princess? Mmm, black?

I'm not talking about clothes.

……………… Oh, you were talking about clothes!

"No, so I'm not talking about clothes. If flowers suit pasta, I was asked," What suits me? "

I see!

Is it ok?

I was worried, but I felt her instincts were authentic.

"That's right. The princess looks good on the stars....."

"But?"

But that's not true.

Lilac is just waiting for Mirabelle's unique sensitivity.

She didn't know that the stars didn't suit her.

Certainly, even if you reach out to the stars and want something - that's not the case if they say you're a star. Speaking of which, I felt that Prim suited me better.

"Yeah, it's snow after all! The snow that hives and snows in the cold season looks great!

"... snow"

It wasn't so unexpected.

The Orgol Corona gave me also said it had a snow scenery as its theme.

I couldn't imagine whether the snow suited me or not, but if I was pushed like this, I guess so.

"Speaking of which, the time of blowing up gold is that golden hour, right?

"Yes... it's the golden hour that comes out of the Far East fairy tale."

So you're Snow White! Yes, the princess looks like Snow White! Ah, but your mother's about to kill you!

"...... well, what do you think?"

Mirabelle didn't know what Lilac's murmuring contained.

She feels the heavy air, she says.

"But that's it! It's cute to wake up with a kiss from the prince!!

……

Lilac strokes her lips gently and thoughtfully.

Did you think of that as a kiss? Mirabelle's cheeks loosen up without hesitation, but there it is.

"Snow White, you don't seem very strong."

Need a strong????

"No, anything."

But if you ask me, neither Prim's "Bright Night Princess" nor Eilon's "Mermaid" seem to be very strong on their own.

I felt that the previous part was established as two names for the first time.

Then Snow White will have room for interpretation.

Snow White's story ends with her stepmother jumping to death.

You can't just wait for the prince.

If you say so, you're only burning to the stars when you talk to Princess Bright Night. It was the glamour of the sword and the two names that sublimated it to the princess of the Tokuyama Cross, who aspired to be the star.

"Thank you, Mirabelle. Cancel your cut reservation."

Lilac thinks with Mirabel tilting his neck.

Think, think.

"... the Prince's kiss"

If it had been for me, it would have been someday.

"... hmm"

Yeah, well. Snow White, isn't it bad?