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

--Inside the royal city, late at night.

The candlestick lights sparkle and create a warm color around the desk, and the room is finally decorated for one person with unreliable ore lights.

Princess Lilac, who gently put the pen in her hand, cut out the word "so."

"From tomorrow. Was anything inconvenient?

"You can tell me."

Hmm, snorting her nose is Pasta Pomodoro, a girl who flicks her cupcake on the couch for the reception.

It was in self-defense that I was wearing a full hood.

Under that cloth as a precaution, only the mochi and mouth move to chew.

Tomorrow, the tournament will begin.

Named the second time, it was a different tag match than the first Construction Memorial Games.

Naturally, the information has been shared between the two of us for a long time, and there is no chance of an incident like turning the table upside down now.

Speaking of which, there should have been no reason for pasta to visit this room at this moment.

Unless something happens or an unexpected accident occurs.

If that's the case, Lilac gave me a lot of permission to visit Pasta, even though I didn't say welcome, and I wanted to pack it up if there was a problem.

But on the other hand,

Lilac was not particularly disadvantaged by the information, and this time, unlike the previous time, I crushed the trouble beforehand.

King Gilbert and others are no longer just machines that press the approval stamp.

Lilac's earlier question was a light provocation of the order of a greeting.

"- There are a lot of inconveniences. What, Pasta's performance before and after the game? Is that your joke?

"No, it's from the Chamber of Commerce."

"Damn it!!

Table van!!

"... what makes me want to sell my soul is above all...!!!

"It's probably a tough way to live."

"I don't want you to tell me."

The later the tournament, the fewer matches there will be.

Of course, stacking with the semi-finals will increase customer satisfaction, but it's short.

Designed to fill the hole, it was a way to put pasta in your free time.

"Besides, aren't you helpless there?

"I didn't fall into another trap, so that's a strange way to put it. Well, yes. I've got Mirabelle playing a lot of songs."

"Your new song?

"Holy shit! It's about fighting. It's about fighting."

"Like inspiring allies in battle?

"Very well, yes. In that area, it's been fun since the tournament started."

"I also told you about the entrance song."

"So how do you know?"

A pasta where you can see the lilac with gentle eyes.

Certainly there was something called Lilac's entrance song in the preparation with Mirabelle where Pasta said.

When the gladiator comes in with dignity, the announcement alone is a little lonely. It's a hobby for that, but it seems that he was talking to his own song about where he sniffed it from. This woman is a boulder.

"Hah... that's enough. That's not all, but I'm sure we had a lot of meetings about music. And I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Hmm. So what are we talking about?

"What I Know"

There is no more crushed atmosphere in my gaze.

The sharp eyes that deserve this chilled room are straight through the glassy lilac's pale eyes.

"--What is your purpose this time?

"Purpose...? Anything but winning?

"Go to sleep and say your bedtime words. You're right, we're going to have a second tournament. Including entertainment revenues and publicity, it is reasonable to hold the event at this time.... but..."

What Pasta says, what Lilac does, is right. It's a reasonable thing to do.

That is why there is no doubt. Simply by holding a second tournament, we will also aim for more entertainment revenue. Then, at the same time, the spectacle is increased.

The question is because there is no wonder.

Too grown up for a lilac. That's what I was thinking.

When she turned her gaze, where did the wind blow?

"Well, what do I have to tell you?

"... isn't that quite right? At least Fouta managed to find out who she was and came here to win. He wanted to be a different champion from the previous Colosseum, but he still wanted to protect his throne."

………………

Lilac narrowed her eyes slightly to the opponent she was asked.

Think about it a little and decide if you should talk to the woman in front of you.

"Besides, there's no prospect of damage to spectacles."

And that's what I told him.

I don't know.

"Well, if I had one thing to say, the tag match was very convenient. But it's not like we're thinking about hurting someone or destroying someone right now. Honestly, I want to win, too, as a samurai."

………………

Now it was pasta's turn to gaze at Lilac and take a quiz.

After a while of sighing, she sighed.

"Yes, I'm concerned about the convenience of tag matches... I won't talk about running a gladiator."

"Yes, please do. This is going to be tough, including combining with incentives. I'm early in the morning, so should I open it?"

"... that's right. Let's do it."

Put back on the loose hood and look back at the pasta that got out of the chair.

Lilac shook his head loosely and told him he was in trouble.

"Even if you're so alert, I'm not planning anything this time. Be careful on your way home."

"I don't need you telling me."

Instead, the most vigilant way back is to pull in the jumping dialog that you're dead, and pasta leaves the room.

In the room where she was alone, Lilac murmured with that troubled expression.

"I plan something every time. It's an extraordinary thing."

Nothing serious has occurred this time.

It takes the form of a tag match, which also increases the number of entries. The number of people who won the tournament also increased fourfold by simple calculation.

All you have to do is plan to keep the outstanding warriors in the spectacular like this.

I gave him a favor called Spectacular, and I made him fight to protect it.

"It's time for the guards alone to become inadequate."

Lilac murmured as she gently stroked her lips.

The next day, Wangdu Arena Spectacular.

Fireworks are rising.

The rising flames are above the high outer walls of the arena.

The crowd is full. Raise your hands and applaud the blooming flowers and snow.

Those who know the first time, and those who know Pasta's performance. All those who had yet to see the excitement of their hearts were gathered here now.

"Good afternoon, Lilac M. Fangini, First Princess of the Kingdom."

Sounds, sounds, sounds.

Like passing through the rainbow-coloured cheers close to its fury, the cool voice becomes a breeze, attracting the attention of those who were drunk by the heat.

Wide cobbled battlefield.

The silver princess stands majestically in the middle.

Last time I was a champion in the semi-finals, but I was ashamed of my strength in the name of the Kingdom's strongest.

The crowd remembered that she was the one who greeted the opening ceremony the first time.

Oh, the second one really starts.

I hope those happy days will come back again.

A little since then. How have you all been? Enjoy the four seasons. Happy time. Or perhaps someone who had been depressed. But…

Put your hand gently on your chest.

All she had to do was miss the attention she had gathered at the first blast and draw people in with her tone of voice.

─ The sword is back!!

The bigger your hand, the more cheering it will explode.

"Another pleasant and cheerful extraordinary routine to accompany your daily routine begins in this spectacular cluster. Come on, let me play with your expectations. --Well then.

Whoa, cough it up.

Everyone stands up as we know that the declaration of the opening of the Martial Arts Games is coming. Put on Daw Aung Yang, who had just begun to cry out, her voice was now or now.

However, she slowly lowered the magic device.

Before you think of anything else...

That's it.

"Hey, what?"

"Coming - entrance gate!

A glittering audience, pointing to the wise.

Hidden away - everyone who survived the last tournament in the arena.

A leafy leaning ride with a nervous face.

Bob strolls around the neighborhood in a breathtaking manner.

Izna Sicienzan laughs joyfully with plenty of room.

Prim Lancaster waves to the crowd.

Richter L. Climbroom stares at the audience in astonishment, but walks magnificently.

Iroon B. Smiles shows up with his umbrella in one hand, not interested in everything.

Each gathers on a cobblestone.

And it resonates - the voice of a young girl.

"― ― Before the tournament, introducing the players of this privilege frame, and... here, oniichan"

Both children and adults react to that familiar voice.

"Ahh... here, arrogant."

He looks up at the rustic voice of the young man.

The audience looked up to the explanatory seat.

─ As the first champion, I hereby declare.

At the same time as you breathe.

The audience that stands up is only a second away from playing.

― ― Opening of the Second Martial Arts Games

The arena blew up.