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

"What are you doing, I..."

A young man pokes his knees when he comes in.

There were countless bodies rolling around.

It was pouring and it began to rain.

I wonder if she didn't notice.

The doubt that came to Futa's mind quickly shakes off. Now it's a dead end.

A narrow path through the alley.

"... it's raining."

"Really. Don't catch a cold, okay?

"And Corona, too. I have a history of ill health."

Ugu

When I was told that, I was a maid who didn't make any noise.

Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh.

It was also a manifestation of confidence that standing in front of her would protect her, and there was also confidence that the signs were not dull enough to be pinched behind her.

In fact, that confidence is correctly backed by strength and is not like being attacked.

Fouta's expression became sharp as she got to the open place.

"... this is..."

It was hit by rain, but the smell was strong.

The rolling remains are mutilated bodies. I thought it was a familiar wound somewhere - I could tell it was different just because it was similar.

"The product is - steel thread.... Ariadne?

Yarn called Ariadne, a yarn that moves freely by passing the power of magic.

Fouta knows a man who can easily manipulate a book by manipulating it with a lot of skill.

But it's not him.

If it were him, it would be more...

"- Who was it!!!

In response to the shouting voice, Futa raised her face.

It's not that I wasn't alert. Fouta realized that there was one living person standing there.

You could say that you were aware of it and left it behind.

The shy man looked up at the sky in a blurry rain. I finally realized that Huta and Corona had arrived.

Fouta looked at Corona, hiding her back.

"I just wanted to say I'm not suspicious. You're the one who's suspicious."

"... this sucks."

Looking at Futa with her crying face, she said so, placing her hand on her forehead and moaning.

He is not as tall as a fountain or richter, but more than 180 long. A glimpse of the forged skinny upper body is visible over clothes wet in the rain.

At the very least, Huta decided that he was not to be alarmed as a samurai.

I suppose so was the other party.

Sigh loudly and shake your neck.

"When I get here, I'm really..."

Murmuring small enough to grieve.

"--Would you please leave without seeing it? Please, that's right."

I didn't look tired.

It shouldn't be a tough battle. Then is it mental exhaustion?

Or are you going to ask me to be alarmed?

Reflections of sparkling light in his hands with his head down deep.

--- The magic yarn (Ariadne). A dangerous object that will kill you if you are stunned by surprise.

Huta exhaled small.

I was asked to miss it, and I ignored it and didn't fall as a person.

But you're hiding Corona behind you. The fact that this man is visually killing people around him.

And above all,

"--His name is Libra Robinson. A long man with bright white hair and bright red eyes."

From the eyes of Fouta.

His white hair wet in the rain, his red eyes, even his sadness, and his length.

All of them are characteristic of the dangerous person Mion was talking about.

"... can I ask you one thing?"

"If you can answer that,"

I see.

When Huta asked him, he kept his head down.

Looking at the irresistible gray hair, Huta says.

"... are you Libra Robinson?

………………

Tingling. Sure, I felt a reaction from the young man's body.

Stand up, Fouta.

It rained harder than ever, hitting the ground and crying.

In the avalanche of the sound of rain, I heard a faint voice.

"- What if it is?

To the answer, Futa exhaled a little.

Should we be glad to find the dangerous person we were looking for quickly? Or should we look at the obvious tragedy and lament whether the dangerous person was still dangerous?

Either way, Huta has one answer.

"I'm sorry, but I can't miss it."

"... is that so?"

It was a murmur like giving up.

You didn't like being found that much?

Or do you feel the strength of Futa to some extent?

In the heart of the young man in front of you, you can't know.

"I don't know why. You said if I were Libra Robinson, I wouldn't miss it.... I mean, at least there are forces in this kingdom that are trying to put me in danger and take me down."

……

"... no, don't worry about it. After all, I..."

Young man - Libra raised her face.

The red eyes look at the lid, and the fingers move gently to unfold the magic yarn.

"No matter how decent you try to behave, if you don't make it, you'll choose to kill irrelevant witnesses."

"... I see. Come on."

"Now, sweeten your words!"

In a moment, Futa's senses raised her scream and sounded an alarm.

If it doesn't fly quickly, my skin knows that the crisis is imminent.

But Futa pulls out her sword without retreating.

A little surprised, Libra rounded her eyes.

Are you avoiding it?

"It doesn't matter."

--It was clear.

Fouta is never the first to fight the magic yarn (Ariadne), and the imitation of her eyes has already been activated.

The training trajectory of a man named Libra Robinson in front of me is already visible, and it is not worth mentioning that it is a great skill.

Convinced that the mion should be alert, the man's strength in front of him - if only as a samurai - is comparable to [Eight Flashes in Heaven].

The difference is whether it's a fight or a kill. That's all.

"Chi."

I don't like the sound of metal sticking to the wall.

The magic thread is entangled in the fowler's sword, and if it is not plundered, it is strongly pulled.

Even though I could focus on the grip of losing, I also knew that it was already bad.

It's a simple story. Because the thread was not a single thread, but the magic thread (Ariadne) was attacked by the hand holding the pattern, and it was the visible future.

This could not have happened if I had avoided it from the beginning.

But that's because there's a girl staring at us worriedly under the alley roof behind us.

"Why do you disadvantage yourself? - Oh, that's what I'm saying."

"I have something to protect."

That's where Libra figured it out.

To whom he stands behind.

At the same time, the corona lowers its eyebrows.

Not all of the fights that take place at high speeds have been understood, but we can see that they are obviously sheltered.

So if Huta is going to get hurt, Corona lights up her hand and cruises, but looks up at the sound that starts the next moment.

"Besides"

Phew, let go of the hand that was holding the handle, and naturally Huta will be taken from the sword.

However, he jumped into Libra, who was pulling in the sword, and jumped into his head.

I'm not as disadvantaged as you say.

"Gu...!?

Libra stumbles on the wall with a thrusting shock.

In that gap, Huta retrieves the sword and stands still.

"In the straightforward method, you take away the good stuff and handle it neatly. Surprise hits cut enemies with a single blow. There's nothing you can't do if you know how to do that polite job. Just once."

"... apparently, my way of doing it leaked out - no, those eyes?"

"....."

"I don't mind. You're right, after all, it's a trick. Let's go back to the partition."

"Should I return the same line? I dared to jump into disadvantage only once."

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

The Libra was blown away not just to take back the sword.

They also took a distance from Corona to the point where they couldn't reach it with the magic yarn.

If Futa doesn't jump into her pocket anymore, she won't fall into the trap of the magic yarn (Ariadne).

Apparently, the method of warfare is well known.

Gently, the cold sweat spreads on Libra's cheeks.

At last. It can be said that it is in such a place.

The curtain of life, the hunch, was when Libra still thought about scratching his feet.

Wait a minute.

Voice.

A tense volume that doesn't get scratched off by rain sounds.

Fouta turned around and Libra looked at you.

What was there was a corona that stepped out, even if it was wet in the rain.

"Wait, Master Futa. And you, too.... I don't like it."

"Corona"

"Young lady, even if they say no. If I kill him, I'm going after you next.

"... it's a lie. You don't want to fight, do you?"

…………

Keep your eyebrows down and smile like sunflower all the time.

Seems lonely, she says.

"... the maid. Thanks to Master Huta, we can now enjoy the fight. But I really don't like this kind of thing.... we don't want to fight each other, but we kill each other. That's what I mean... I always hated maids..."

I'm sure that's a past that Futa doesn't know about.

It was the two of us who had a long relationship and cultivated a bond, but after all, it was only a year. No matter how dense the days were, I don't even know about the past.

But the first time Fouta played with Prim, she did say so. This is the first time I've ever enjoyed a fight.

"Hey, why did you do this?"

"- Speaking of which, do you think you'll miss it?

This kind of thing.

Yes, what she shows is overlapping remains.

"I don't know, I don't know. If he's really bad, there's nothing the maid can do about it.... but if you're a bad guy, you're not seriously gonna let me go."

"... how about that? You're a little too kind, aren't you?

While asking for a chance to escape, Libra thinks.

In fact, if we keep doing this, we'll definitely get ourselves killed.

It was against my pride to tell pathetic stories. Still, I couldn't seem to turn my eyes away from these simple eyes.

"... Phew. Well, this is bullshit."

Libra scratches his head and tells him as if he had lost.

"I am. I don't know if you believe me, but I've stopped working as an assassin. So I came to King's Landing with a little purpose.... hey, you're still pretty good at this. Looks like your brother knew me."

"... ahh"

He continued laughing weakly at Huta's approval.

"- Well, you're not the only one who knew. I was licked because I stopped it, or it is a fact that it is a job to buy resentment. If you bring me here like this, there's no such thing as just returning to murder."

……

"Nh, if the public finds out about this killer, it doesn't even mean he's out of business, so I'm a scum trying to keep my mouth shut."

Like ridiculing yourself, like throwing up.

After all, Libra shakes her neck because she can't escape.

He exposed his weakness, but Fouta couldn't blame it.

After all, I am the same as him in the sense that I dyed my hands eight hundred long from weakness.

"... oh, so sweet."

Do you think I bought that sympathy?

Libra looks at the two of them with a little surprise.

The silent Fouta stands in a position where she can protect Corona, but she doesn't feel much warfare.

I knew it would be quicker to kill him here - but he was still on a little patrol.

Instead, Corona raised her voice.

"... that's a lie, right?"

"What are you lying about? I made people throw up and they called me a liar."

"... then, what are those kids?

"....."

Those kids.

The first time Futa turned her face to the word. If Libra turns around with a disgusting face, there it is.

There were children watching us hide in the alley. Is it an orphan? He is wearing a dirty rag and holding the blade and looking at us.

A huge sigh echoed in the rain.

"... I ran away, those kids."

"So, what do you want me to say?

"What are you in the mood for, this maid? It's no big deal. It seems that King's City is quite insecure. I'm going to sell that gakincho."

This time, you can surrender.

Relax and shake your head, Libra.

"Well, what about these guys?"

"It's a buyer and his escort. It's legal in this city, right? I just... hunted down my kids and wanted to hunt, but it just didn't suit my sex."

"So, don't talk to me."

"Yes, I just went. If you don't want me to put it out, it's gonna be awesome."

"... why didn't you tell me?"

"Why????

Libra leans her neck when Huta asks.

"Didn't I just say that? It's legal in King's Landing. I don't think you'll ever forgive me for that.... and..."

Shrugging his shoulders, he says.

"I don't think so. I don't want to talk about my manoeuvres and killing on the shelf and bring justice to you."

"... you're clumsy, aren't you?"

"Hey, this is still the most clever thing in tissue."

That's not what I meant.

It's just...

"... Corona, let's go home."

No more feelings left for Futa to harm him.

The same goes for the living. For Futa, it is also true that there are no hard memories of buying people. --It's the same for Corona, you know.

"You're going to miss it... is that okay?

"I'm not purely from this city either... and I hate buying people. So at least finish what you came for and leave the city."

"... ahh, no"

Hmm?

Libra scratches cheeks like trouble.

"My goal was going to be a little longer. It doesn't seem to meet your expectations."

"You're probably the one I'm missing, too. Do you know where you stand? I'm telling you, a lot of people are after you and they think you're in danger."

I don't know what path was in Mion's ear.

If people are even aware of it, they should think it's quite widespread.

It is unlikely that Huta will be targeted from now on, even if she does not do anything about it.

Even though it is.

"So, what's the purpose?

And Corona asks.

Libra said with a little surprise that she was a strange girl.

"I got a letter from my mother. My father seems to have screwed me. I can't work in the fields anymore... so I thought I'd go home and take over the fields. So I decided to discontinue my business. I didn't want to kill you. It was a job. And... finally..."

Pull Ariadne back into your hands and stare at it with a look of affection and sadness.

"... I wanted to do what I wanted to do for once.... you may not be welcome."

I'm sure that's true.

His red eyes were filled with sorrow and vision.

"... I want to be a gladiator.... that's what I've wanted since I was a kid."

Murmuring, little fever.

Face to face Huta and Corona.

To puzzle Futa, she smiles.

No way, she said to Libra before Futa talked to her.

Well then, I'd like to talk to you for a minute.