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

The red was there.

The scorching sun stars lie on the horizon, begging for cremation with burning heat, but dyeing the sky.

Perhaps heaven wished to bring mercy to this sight.

It seems that a dry earth can do anything with moisture that moisturizes thirst. A pile of fallen wreckage. The corpses as far as you can see. It was as if blood had been sucked out of the wilderness by the burning sunset.

I stood alone in that hell.

Just wipe your sweat away in the heat.

The redness disappears when I wipe it.

Oh, if God is in this world, I wish I could ask.

--Did I do something wrong?

― ― Dining room (Taberna) lute.

I have walked in narrow alleys relying on simple maps and guided passers-by.

Looking up, you can finally see the rounded signs that look like a destination and the hustle and bustle of people that seem to clearly see through the swing door.

I wonder if it is a good store, but at the same time, there is such an atmosphere that I can't wipe my feet without feeling out of place.

If you are eating alone, this shop is likely to avoid the slightest annoyance, but it is the meeting place designated for today's appointment.

Gently apply force to your awkward feet and step forward.

As soon as the rusty bell rang, a bandana girl who seemed to be a sign girl greeted her with a smile in response to the noise that told the visitor.

"Welcome, this is your first time! The seats..."

"Oh, no, I..."

There is someone to meet, before you say so.

Golden cubicle with a little face coming out of behind the girl.

Meidoo

"Ah, you...."

"This way, this way."

A little, a little inviting. The pleasant expression is as good as anything good.

"Oh, are those your twigs? That means....."

The girl who looked like a clerk nodded convincingly at the girl's dialogue behind her.

Then, from top to bottom, I look to the visitor's youth to lick around.

"Ho... let's remember what you look like!!

"Yeah... why...?"

"That's the duty of the person who keeps my store!

Mysterious thumbs-up.

I don't know why, but it feels amazing that the maid girl behind me who sticks out her thumb in the exact same outfit doesn't stick to the air from the beginning.

Mummy, why don't you stand up and go to the living room?

It's not like that, Uchi.

Is the maid in charge of the store or something in the first place who starts to guide the customer to the back after doing the appropriate thing? When I saw that she was carrying food, I thought she had designated this place because it was her shop.

"By the way, how long have you been helping the store?

"Mood!"

It was a painful store when I first saw it.

Oyaku-sama, this seat is yours ~

"Hah, politely...."

"Take your time."

"What about you!?

"I have work to do."

"Hmm....?

He was guided to a box seat in the back, which was difficult to see from the entrance.

Leaving him stunned, he somehow fell down on his shoulders in the shape of a maid who continued to serve "not as a clerk".

"Well, yeah. Sometimes."

"I don't have enough life experience to wash it away....."

"I was like that a year ago."

Looking back, a sympathetic gaze.

I was sitting with a tall young man.

"I see, you... Phew...?

"Who are you, this food dick?"

"Oh, my sister."

"It's pompom-pom-pom-pump again..."

A big girl with a face to face attitude with a familiar young man.

As he gently loosened his legs and jumped out of his seat, he watched him from top to bottom, just like the previous signboard daughter--and as he did, he turned around the table to the next to the young man, showing an open face.

I hear you're sitting over here.

Sit down in front of your brothers and sisters in line, flushing them.

I don't know what it is - we are silent on what we have done.

In confusion and indebtedness, I had no choice but to turn back to the two of them again with salted plums, saying that the indebtedness was still winning.

"In the meantime, should I just introduce myself? I'm Pasta Pomodoro."

"Instead of introducing the menu?

"The pizza is delicious, but not the pasta. And this is my name."

"What is it now?"

"Well, yeah. I sympathize. I'm not waging a psychological attack, so I'm sorry, but I want you to accept it as it is. I'm Huta Pomodoro."

"Tomato brothers and sisters...."

He laid his hand on the red eyes and loosened them like moaning.

I wonder if you've already had a headache, or if you're a little miserable youngster-futa.

He held it back with him and shook his head lightly.

"Well... well. I see. I'm Libra. Libra Robinson, an unstoppable killer."

"I can't help it. Orchestra # 2 is humble.

……

The girl's words narrowed Libra's eyes.

"... what does this mean?

Am I framed? In his absurd gaze, Huta shook her head.

"Sorry, this is the guy. That's not what I'm going to do. It's the first time I've known that I'm number two."

"Hah... I'm your sister again..."

"I agree."

Pasta with a snort next door, if you agree.

I suppose she meant a light first greeting.

That's why I ordered a meal for Libra, and the maid just arrived.

"Oh, I don't know, but pizza."

"Hmm...."

"Corona, please don't give it to the first person...."

"It's okay. I've never seen a maid in this store before."

"What's all right?

Libra's heart was screaming.

I wonder if you are showing me a dream of the type that is often remembered.

"... uhm"

But I was honest.

The taste of the pizza was definitely good, and it was a libra that made me feel like I was in a really bad mood.

"So...."

I chewed it off and finally felt comfortable, and the ribs were cut out.

"What exactly are we talking about here?

"First of all, I wanted to see you."

Ah, I thought my sister (over here) was talking... but I didn't have the nerve to grumble anymore.

"Even if you were an active killer, Futa wouldn't be late, and that's fine. I thought I should talk about the purpose."

"... purpose? Is that mine?

"Yeah, you and us."

"...?

I don't know. Still, I somehow understood the reason I talked to you first because I didn't really understand it.

You would have been in trouble if you had spoken like this suddenly before the match.

She goes on to wait for the word Libra.

"I heard from Fouta that your arm stood up. I don't know around here. I don't really care about that. But whether or not it stands up as a sword."

"As a" sword "... oh, I see. Depending on how I do it, I may not be able to beat the enemy."

Even if he stood up as an assassin, if he specializes in assassinations, then "gladiators" won't help. Anyway, killing leads to defeat.

I knew that was about it, Libra.

But pasta shakes his head loosely.

"There are more important things than winning or losing."

…… A gladiator?

"Because it's a fighting sword. You know what? I'm telling you how much I won, it doesn't mean booming in there."

"... so much so. Oh, that's possible."

"Yes. Don't you know Colosseum in the Principality?

"It's famous, I know it exists. I've never been there."

Somewhere emotional, Libra said.

As you said that you yearned for a fighting sword, you probably have knowledge around it.

However, it seems that I have never heard of Futa's bad reputation from the mouth.

The Ace of Killer Groups, who even continued to fight on the battlefield.

If so, perhaps they are ignorant of such entertainment information.

"Well, that's why. You and Futa need to team up and become popular."

"... I see. I didn't see it that way. It's good to see you today."

"... be honest. I want you to do an apprenticeship."

That's it, isn't it?

A slightly impressive pasta murmur.

It seems that Futa is in the same mood.

Libra, who loosened her mouth, murmured as if she had given up somewhere and was relieved.

"I don't want to leave regrets..."

Hmm? Bye... "

When the pasta lightly raises his hand, the maid comes.

Hoiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

"There is already a branch...."

"Bring me a proper meal and alcohol. Don't worry about the money."

Cho

It is Libra who is in a hurry to say the same thing.

"Hey, I don't really..."

"I'll let you out today. Never mind. Eat."

"... why so much?"

"There are many reasons. Well, that's the basics of business. Anyway, I want you and Futa to get along because you can chat or whatever."

"Well, that's tough again....."

Pasta laughs proudly.

Looking at her like that, Futa.

"Didn't you bring your feelings into the business?

Me too. Anyone can cut it off at any time.... but you're not. Last time, you felt the emotions you needed to fight a sword, right? If it's a tag match, then come with a feeling of sharing the victory. "

"You really are."

Where did the lessons of the tag match come from?

I knew it without being told.

"Our Victory" was first captured that day.

That's why Futa's cheeks are also loose. Is it stupid or happy?

Looking at his siblings, Libra poked his cheek at something dazzling.

"- I see. I also think that my work pattern and trust are important. Let's talk a lot."

"I see. Just get rid of the agenda right now... and then you can talk as much as you like. For example, why do you want to fight a sword?"

With a provocative smile, she says.

Libra and Futa. Listening to the two of you, I'm sure the microphone performance before the match will also run. Pasta tells herself that it is such a deliberate emotion.

It's kind of a pity to admit that you've been fascinated by a fighting sword that smashes into each other's thoughts.

"And then... and then... I just want to put it on your shoulder."

"... to me?

"Yes, for you."

It was an unexpected dialogue.

As Libra raises her face, a cheeky girl hangs up her mouth corner.

I knew in a short time that I was a smart and smart girl.

In a way, I think it's a good combination with my weak brother.

However, as I was watching the situation, it was just an atmosphere of putting this and preparation in for my brother, and there should have been no way to reach out to Libra.

If so, she answered the question lightly.

You wanted to fight, didn't you? You wanted to, didn't you?

"Oh, that's true. Really, there's no lie there."

"... then you chose King's Landing even though you were lucky in the Principality of Colosseum. Didn't I?"

"That's..."

A little bit of an imaginary libra.

Futa realizes that too.

For the last time, I would like to stand on the stage of "Fighting the Sword."

I hope so. Why did he choose the kingdom, not the Principality?

The girl's eyes slightly eject the libra.

"It's because it was close, isn't it?

"Hmm. Does Futa think so?

"Isn't it? Because it was close to my parents' house."

"... you're such an idiot."

Oh dear, sighing pasta sends a line of sight to Libra.

Libra took a breath as if she was searching inside her pale eyes.

Something is not easy.

But...

"You're going home, right?

"Yes, exactly."

A man named Libra Robinson was told by Fouta that he was leaving the killing house and returning home to succeed his father after his death.

I don't doubt it.

Rather, that's why.

"Such a big decision was on the way home, so there is no way to compromise for a halfway reason. Didn't I?"

"... you have to believe me."

"For example, in the Principality, you're no longer nominated to carry your legs? Or is it a compromise like Huta said?... it's all a bluff, and I'm not here to fight a sword."

I thought about it, but Pasta says.

"I caught him a little bit when he asked me if I could still use the" fighting sword "as an excuse even if I ran into him. And then today, I looked at you and made my decision."

"... I see. Thank you."

I want to go to the stage of fighting.

Pasta assumed that the feeling was not a lie.

If there was one thing that caught in his behavior.

I was going to ask Futa to give up this tag match and just put up with the commentary.

Pasta knew it wasn't.

Somehow.

"When I said I might win and take a boom. You imagined the sight. [M] --And I wanted to do something about it. That's enough."

"Why?"

"I don't suppose anyone who wants to be on the stage of a sword doesn't want to be cheered on. Besides, if it's just a fight, it's a man who's tired of it.... if you admire the happiness you get when you win, you want to avoid the bashing you get with the victory. Natural emotions"

Pasta smiles to make a fool of himself that it is rare to go to the arena for such troublesome reasons to prove that he can fight even when he is unemployed.

"If that natural feeling comes to light, I just stepped on it as a lie."

For this reason, it is not permissible as a "business owner" to fully trust and not take sides. Still, his enthusiasm was bought to the extent that he was allowed to compete with Fouta.

Then I can somehow understand why I came to King's Landing.

So this is the final confirmation.

Conversely, this question is a kind of test stone.

"― ― I took the Kingdom Spectacular from the Principality of Colosseum. Why is that?

If there is a reason to be convinced of this, he deserves to be trusted.

That's what Libra said about the pasta.

"I was about to go to Colosseum, as you said. But..."

He tells me that he was told.

"The Kingdom Spectacular is hotter now than Colosseum."

"Yes... fufu, that's why I put it on your shoulder."

Spectacular is more fun than Colosseum.

I think I can remember the battle.

That's what he's advised, and he's standing here.

"... is that so?"

It's a pleasant thing for Futa.

How glad I was told that the place where I stood at the top was hotter than Colosseum.

"But, Mr. Pasta. Why would you put that on your shoulder again?

It's not a big deal.

For a simple question, Pasta laughs with his short hair.

"Because I'm paying."

"............ Mr. Futa?

"Seriously. We don't have a house, we don't have a house. He's paying us."

"Hmm...."

Again, the "owner" who works relentlessly laughs.

"That's why I told you. This is my luxury.

On that day, there were two large men who were luxurious for lunch by an elderly girl.

And the next day.

― ― The martial arts tournament opens the curtain.