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

― ― Dining room (Taberna) lute.

The shop is busy at dusk.

The swing door at the entrance fluttered, and every time Aneze, the sign girl, greeted the guests with a smile.

The seats filled one after the other were pleasant enough to watch, and the cooking and dishes jumped in and out of the kitchen.

Tomorrow, the tournament will begin.

The topic of this shop, familiar with fighting fences, was held up in one book, and there was no end to the topic of who their hero, Izna Sicienzan, would be teaming up with and anticipating from now on.

There is only one box seat in the back of such a shop, and the entrance side is clear of the customer's location.

In that seat, which was no longer a "stakeholder seat" with tacit consent, Izna Sicienzan usually enjoys lunch and evening.

Today only, another regular filled his seat as a celebrity in the arena.

"Oh, Mirabelle, I was supposed to ask for four skewers."

"...? Even though there are only three of them?

"Oh, there's another one coming."

Grilled 3 skewers arranged on a plate placed on a table.

The girl who leaned her neck so hard was running to help with the service.

Singing in this shop has also increased, and there has been a huge crowd of stationary visitors - Mirabelle G. Gringott, who lives and works here.

That's right!... heh "

A hooded girl with a cheek cane in front of Huta looks up at Mirabelle trying to deceive her with a smile. The pale eyes peering under the shelter eject her.

"... Mirabelle. You have sauce on your mouth?

"There are only three people, but it's only for four people, so I thought the store manager made a mistake."

"Did you eat?"

"I was hungry!"

Huuta sighed as usual to Mirabelle, who shed tears.

"The manager told me to pay for it before I started work."

"When you wake up, just before you start working!!

"You're really you."

Mirabelle dropped her shoulders and went back to the kitchen, "It was delicious, so I recommend it..."

After that, you'll be deducted from your salary.

It is a pasta that impresses me on the contrary, even though I have often walked my life before.

There was one girl watching the whole thing. Next to Huta, she laughs at the shards.

"Ahahah. Then the maid's share is good."

"Yes, is that good!?

Mirabelle's head slammed as she turned around.

"Come on, get angry."

"Ugh, life is hard...."

"You don't have to show kindness there, Corona."

"But look, maids can't eat that much."

"Yes, I would say so."

The other girl looked at Corona in front of the worried lily, reaching out to grill the skewers.

"I brought you here on purpose, so don't hesitate to enjoy the dishes."

Or, meaninglessly, raise her mouth and tell her.

"I wonder if this kind of place didn't suit you. You don't have to bring him here anymore, do you?

Mmm. I don't think you have to say that much. "

"Really? So you don't even know why Futa's reluctant to bring you here?

……

Compared to Corona, I didn't know anything else.

I'm sure the pasta that you're familiar with is a dialog that you understand.

It is not bad to be gentle with Mirabelle.

It's just that in an outlaw place where my strong people gather, her behavior is not going to be positive.

In fact, who is still eating the product?

"That's why you didn't bring me here. Understand the person you're dealing with.... oh, or don't you know yourself?

"Pasta, it's too much. Nothing."

"It's just that you don't like him and what he wants. If you don't understand, shut up."

"... mu"

"It's not like that. Nothing? You've come to a conclusion? You won't be coming again, so why don't you take a closer look inside?

"Eh!

Corona stood up for that clear provocation.

Corona raises her hand all the time, approaching Huta, who is worried that she might really be going on a tour.

The pasta in the hood just stares at her like that.

She looked up at Aneze, who noticed her hands raised, as if she were in a high-profile shape.

"Grilled skewers!!

"Yes, yes! Contains 1 Skewer!

Fluffing, she smiled lightly with her cheek stick on to Corona, looking back at her pasta.

I don't know, but it seems to have passed.

For a short while Futa exhaled, but Corona grabbed it without sitting down and approached Aneze.

I didn't think it would really be possible to start the tour, but I tried to stop it.

"Leave me alone."

"Uh, no, but..."

"I don't think you're his guardian or anything. You can leave when you're in danger."

"Even so...."

What are you going to do?

Yes, I was thinking about the arrow tip.

Mei-do!! Focaccia Set + 1 Ram Pizza Town!

"Who is it?!!

I'm a passing maid.

"A passing maid...? No, it's not the answer to my question....."

I thought you heard a strange voice.

Looking back at the store, the maid suddenly started serving.

"Sudden pizza from the sky!!

"Uh-oh!? Who are you?

Meido, it's Pizza Mai Hall.

"When did this store start shipping directly from the vendor?!

Hit it over here. Hit it over here.

"Wow! Then I'm singing because I'm free!

"You work too. Look, stage time is still ahead."

"Wow!

Mirabelle and Aneze on the waiter's side also gave the maid the momentum to turn her eyes black and white.

Pasta blurred as she gazed at the cheerful and bustling interior.

I see you're familiar with it.

"Is this a good thing...?

Come on?

"Saadai"

Also irresponsibly, when she sees the pasta, she puts her hands on the pizza that just arrived with the wind blowing everywhere.

"There's no such thing as good in the world. There is only personal subjectivity. It may not be a good thing for you, and it may not be good for me or good for either. But... isn't that a good thing for him?

"It may be now, but if you get caught up in a rub, what do you do?"

"Then you can work, unemployed."

"... that's a lot of thorns."

"When did I have no thorns?... well, that's what I'd like to say. For you, for him."

Beyond the gaze, a girl turns around with a smile on her face and a basin on both hands. Yan Yan Yan Yan cheered, and the shopkeeper looked at her with satisfaction.

"What do you think is the biggest difference from a year ago?

"A year ago?

"When I don't want to remember, it's the difference between him now."

"... you've been positive about living?

"Huh." You gave it to me. "Nothing, but... no. If you want to live, you can do what you want to do. That's not a big deal about the future. I want to eat fish today, and I want to go play today.... that kind of small thing."

……

At last, I knew what I was trying to say, and Liuta shut her mouth.

The stench of the pasta continued indifferently.

"But even to that extent, he's a stupid woman who thinks she's" selfish. "Isn't that right? Because it's an emotion I've never had before, I don't even understand the extent of it. That's why I hate witches, not human sensitivities."

"... pasta"

"That's quite a favor to him.... I don't even think you're such a bad friend."

Tighten your lips, but your eyes remain cold.

But I knew it wasn't. Fundamentally, with humans. How dare you think of someone who has lived that way. Don't you think so?

"... still..."

"You know what I mean. Nothing. I don't want to discriminate against him now. Rather, it was. If you want to leave him alone, you can do whatever you want, and it's not my place to interfere, but..."

I am not in a position to complain about the relationship between Huta and Corona. I understand.

Pasta and corona, pasta and fouta. And of course, Futa and Corona. Each is a relationship to build on its own.

Whether one of us falls into it or the other, it is not something we know that we will perish. It is worse to lose. That is the value of Beatrice M. Olba.

But at the same time.

We have to do something to stop him from doing what he wants.

"What Corona wants to do is get used to this shop. I don't know what to do."

"Die? You're the only one who can think so short-circuited? That's not true... your desire to take care of yourself is holding back his" desire to do ". I realize he's selfish, so it's too much."

"But... I don't want you to tell me that. What I know about her freedom."

"... did I catch you? --I know it's going to be traumatic, and I can't say anything if I get stuck there.... but I told you before. What's the biggest difference between a year ago and now?"

……

"Was it really what he wanted to do when he came to me?

"... now I can do what I want. So don't worry, okay?

"I didn't tell you not to worry. I told you earlier at home. If he's in danger, you can kill whatever you want. That's your freedom. I'm not going with him, it's disgusting."

"You really...."

Nothing, pasta murmurs while chugging grape juice.

Blurring, stinking.

While realizing that it's not a gala.

With confusion as to why he is interfering with these two people, he pushed his doubts and killed them.

"You're not the only problem. I guess so, too. But... you just said you could still do something about it."

"... that's..."

"Because he's a witch. I'm giving up on Hannah to correct his own sexual roots with a decent human reason."

Really?

She shrugged her hands and sounded as though she was absolutely attached to something called "profession".

And that is by no means the wrong idea.

If the concept of "occupation" so easily covers the circumstances that have taken root in the world. If it's such a convenient story, this world has not been established from the beginning.

A sense of abandonment in the eyes of pasta staring at Corona in a boring way.

But she lives under the same roof with Corona, and in times of distress, she lets go of her secret medicine.

Both of them are pasta pomodoro.

I give up Corona's personality, but I'm not in her favor. That's why I'm going to seduce her in that way.

Futa wondered if that was the case.

But...

"For example, if I gave up a little to Corona, as you said."

What?

"For example.... but after all, isn't it true that the corona won't change?

"... stupid."

That idiot, one word.

Unexpectedly, the more Futa raised her face, the more she felt different from before.

The eyes in the back of the hood are serious, and the smell is distracting.

Instead, with a slightly gentle and lonely expression, Huta turned her eyes to surprise.

Why do you look like that?

The answer could be reached at once.

"You're the one who made a witch who can't be helped by human reason."

The name of the emotion is envy and expectation.

Oh, I was wrong.

She certainly gave up. It's not about doing something about a witch. She just has to do something about it.

"I'm not going to waste it.... yes. Well, isn't that better for me? I don't know."

"You're so cute."

"Hah!?

It was a word that came out zero when I realized it.

I can't help it. Speaking of which, the situation in front of her is not normal. She was desperately scratched in the world of profit and loss, and all she had to do to survive.

I gently put my feelings on the account, and I was told that I was thinking about Futa and Corona.

"Thank you. I'll find out what she wants to do and what she's holding back, and think about doing whatever she wants."

"... well, that's fine now."

Hmm, snorts and says pasta.

"Forgive me for not being able to see things, that's all."

Ah.

"... I wonder if you really understand. Well, I'll tell you one thing."

"What?

"For you, he's a very important person."

The question is not surprising.

For Futa, it's a question of no answer.

"What are you to him?

That's why I couldn't make a sound.