--Ojo Castle Lower Long-established Street.
Under the clear sky. The cool red season breeze, which is getting a little chilly, gently strokes the long pulled outerwear and runs away.
I hope you're still okay, but I respect the way you stick your bare skin through your neck until you feel a little bit of regret.
At the beginning of the red season, there were two people standing down on the cobblestone.
Out of the carriage's tarp is a fun step - the other is a familiar elegance.
"Wow, the shop has a better assortment than I thought it would be Wangdu!
"Even though I was able to properly absorb taxes, there are many chambers of commerce with King's City as their roots. Contrary to people's incomes, it was a long time ago that the king's capital was rich and expensive."
The shadow that had descended on the sidewalk earlier turned around and stared at the show window with its eyes shining.
"Now what?
Turn around and be innocent. The beautifully waved linen hair shakes gently.
The long shadow that comes down from behind interacts with the commentary, and continues the conversation without further harm.
"Starting with Spectacular Club, several financial resources were created to cut through state-owned businesses. The poor have also fallen considerably, and the welfare side has given the house before. The economy has just begun to turn."
"That's right! But isn't it dangerous when you see the ceiling?
"Exactly. Spectacular is still a servant, but there are limits to the number of state-owned businesses. We can continue with meaningless road construction - but such work is not direct money. After all, there is no other way to raise taxes."
"But if we do that, we will also have inequality. Do I have to change the way I collect taxes?"
"... huh?
The long shadow raised one eyebrow.
Then the smaller shadow looked up at the sky as a boy behind the cute half-up hair.
"In the countries where it happened, they kept all the businesses in their books and changed the amount of taxes for each sale."
"Not everything, but we do it in this country?
"Ah, that's right.... that's how I wanted my personal income to be divided."
"That's... another expensive business."
"Ah? Didn't Richter say there's a limit to state-owned businesses?
"Hmm... that's right."
You may need to think about it a little.
With regard to the family register of citizens, registration began around the end of the war and has recently become somewhat exhaustive.
Maybe we can do it if we don't try.
Thinking like that, the tall one - Richter gently stroked his chin.
Nodded with satisfaction, laughed.
"I thought the gladiator was only interested in gladiators."
"I... like studying money. The structure of the economy and so on. There are things you can't win unless you learn."
I see. Nice try. "
In addition, Richter stroked the head of a boy (...) who was in a very affordable place, and Richter opened the door of the shop in front of him.
The boy smiled joyfully after that.
For Richter, it has been a long time since he was able to have such a constructive conversation without poison.
The boy Flux was also enthusiastic about his studies and honored Richter for his treasury position but his skill in swords.
Although the encounter was difficult, Richter didn't feel bad about his encounter.
It should be noted.
"By the way, can you do something about that dress?"
"Shopping, right? These outfits are more effective at discounts."
"He's a tough guy...."
Because the motive is strong, and Richter knows if his appearance is effective, he can't be strong.
From his outfit, he was, in any case, a good family boy, dressed in the usual clothes for the lady he bought at Richter's mansion.
--It was only a little while ago that Richter realized the tragedy because he was a cute junior because he understood.
Nonsense.
Excuse me.
I'm so sorry ~
The shop that stepped in is a tailor.
It was also the place for Richter, and when he saw him, the shopkeeper lowered his head deeply.
"I've been expecting you. Even if you didn't come all the way here, we asked you."
"There's something else I need to do. And here it is."
"I understand. All right, here we go. - Where's the lady?
"Ah...."
I don't want to expose myself to a man when I hear about clothes for business negotiation. But even if you make a strange mistake, it is troublesome.
The answer given by Richter, who thought for a moment, was simple.
"She's my sister. I keep it."
It was this choice because there were only a lot of "sisters" around me.
"As if....."
"What are you talking about?"
"No, because Richter himself was considering getting married, but he didn't..."
Did I say that in front of you?
"Yes, it was a sake seat...."
Well, how was it?
Certainly, it was not once or twice that I had a comfort party at home with a civilian with whom I had an eye or work relationship.
This tailor was certainly invited to the event, which was inspired by Futa's old saying that he would cook for Corona.
"Now, if you'll excuse me."
Leaving him to start measuring from the top of his clothes, Richter glanced at Flux.
He looks at the fabrics in the store with pleasure and apparently is not bored.
"Are you going to buy something too?
"Eh, me? Hmm, what do we do? Even if I only buy fabrics, I'm not good at sewing...."
"This shopkeeper will make something for you. I'm sure the outerwear won't complain."
Well, that's true.
Certainly, if it is a coat, the dimensions to be measured will also decrease. At the same time, I am less worried about exposing myself to men.
Richter's proposal was pure favor.
I trusted this shop, and above all, his outfit was quite old and tired.
I haven't heard about how to swing after the tournament, but I'm sure it was a slightly uneasy costume to cross the cold season in the travel sky.
Or if you're worried about money...
You can lend it to me. Before saying so, Flux shakes his head.
"I can't be that sweet anymore."
"Really?
"You can use the city's banks. I have a lot of money in my pocket."
"Hmm...."
I don't mind that - Richter remembers something that gets caught a little bit. I couldn't think of any reason and shaken my head loosely.
"That's why I don't owe you that kind of place!
An unyielding smile.
Richter strongly discouraged him from studying money.
It was only when I put the tag together that I became reliant on Richter.
Flux doesn't live with him, he makes a living in this city.
The meeting for the match was polite, and he was struggling to breathe with Richter, and the other party was fine.
In that case, it is his measure to offer some convenience to the traveler as a nobleman.
The suggestion that I thought so was rejected on the grounds of borrowing.
In fact, if he was an outsider of King's Landing, he was able to talk about economics to the extent of chatter. It is by no means surprising that there is some accommodation for friends who are apart from each other in the right age.
If it's Richter who can't judge by looking at it, it's a good thing.
Well, that's fine.
It would be helpless for Richter to be so harmless and sweet to the people he talks to because he only has men who roam around his cheeks and grow stomach pain seeds.
But yes.
If there is only one problem.
"... fu"
A tailor with a long relationship smiling loosely.
Richter doesn't realize whether he's sad or not with a smile similar to that relief.
"But is that Senpai Richter's costume? I'm looking forward to seeing what happens!
"I thought I should thank you for fighting the sword."
"It's important, and it looks good."
"Is that how you feel in the arena...?
Ask in the dark to avoid being noticed by tailors.
Flux said he was originally a gladiator in Colosseum - and knew Futa.
In other words, the question is, were you dressed as a woman in Colosseum?
Flux scratches his head and shakes his head.
"Oh, no. I couldn't afford to think so much about it... once I registered, I wouldn't be fooled by the boulders.... ah, but is it okay this time anyway?"
"No... don't you think it would be nice to dress up as if you could move easily...?
"But Senpai Prim and Senpai Minase were so popular...."
"That's it, there, that's it. I don't know what happened to Minase, but that barbarian is a lot exposed."
"You won't find out if you penetrate the silence. Senpai Richter is the only one who knows me."
It's a secret, Flux with his index finger on his mouth.
Richter sighed that such a technique was no better.
"I said... If Senpai Prim were here, it wouldn't make much sense.... that's right."
A little worried, Flux looks at Richter and asks.
"Which would you prefer, Senpai Richter?
"Shake it on me...."
Richter put his hand on his forehead and moaned.
To be honest, I want you to stop dressing as a woman as much as you can. Because it leads to unnecessary misunderstandings.
Richter L. Klimbroom is not only a celebrity, he was also a famous fighter who won the semi-finals at the last tournament. Looking back at the delicate confession made in that entrance hall, it is true that I want to wipe my impression somehow.
Nevertheless, it is also true that the economic effect is very different between men and women.
In the competition for strength called fighting, men are definitely more advantageous and lead to the appeal of strength.
But what the masses always love is giant killing, a rare species, and something that looks good.
Save for a champion who chewed everything the other way around.
In that regard, the value of female gladiators who have strength and appearance is great. It also emerges from the results of the hearings from Fouta on the popularity of each in Colosseum.
High risk, high return through silence.
If you enter as a man, Lauris Claw returns.
Sometimes just after the story of the economy flourished.
It is a man named Richter who cannot judge by his personal feelings at these times.
But on top of that,
"... I guess you should go honestly."
"Really?
"Oh, the risk is too great. I don't know what you're going to do next... but if you're going to be in King's Landing, I'm sure that's better. It's tiring to keep lying to yourself."
…………
After blinking your eyes.
Flux nodded with a smile.
"Yes, I understand! Mr. Richter!"
"Well, that would be better. Even without my affection."
"Ahahah, I told you I was worried about you!"
Richter drops his shoulders to the flux that touches his flax hair with a stinking smell.
In fact, it was a troubling choice, just because it really seemed to be popular through silence.
Most importantly, this choice never fell in the right direction for Richter.
"Speaking of which, I didn't ask."
Yes?
"Why did you come to Spectacular?
"Ah... speaking of which, I didn't say that."
Previously on Smiley, I was shy.
"I'm here to... fight a sword. Of course. But that's not all."
There are no lies in your straight eyes.
Looking at Richter, he murmured politely to bite each word.
"--I have something to say. And it has to be in the field, no."
"... I see."
Then let's make that wish come true.
Next to Richter who wanted to do so and Flux who laughed in trouble.
Only the owner who has finished measuring,
- I thought it was a smooth sail. - Shura Hall?
I was thinking diagonally upwards.