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

Everybody!!! Thanks for coming to Spectacular today!!

Ahhhh! Oniichan!!

Come on oniichan!! The next set is coming out!! The qualifiers are still going to be fun!!

"... who is she?"

--The pasta house. Canteen.

"Spinach juice"

"Ah, thank you so much... grass juice?

"Kusa no Shiru, Kusa no Shiru"

Libra Robinson was at the pole of confusion.

Its agenda is also to be found in the middle of a murderous snack of cupcakes and lemonades in front of our eyes.

The biggest mystery for him is yet another, even though there is doubt that he will become a fool in the mouth.

And yet, what is this maid offering a mysterious drink called grass juice even in a confused place?

Libra, full of stomach and head, was holding her forehead, and Huta nodded with warm, raw eyes.

"I know how you feel."

"Hmm....?

Do men who interact with maids like "grass juice is delicious today" understand their feelings?

The maid is also pleased with the maid.

A teacup with a suspicious mouth - Libra looked at it too.

"... eh. Such delicious tea, grass juice?

"Oh, Corona is right, it's the perfect tea with the finest tea leaves and the best maids."

I don't know what's going on anymore.

It's true.

Apparently, however, it was a mistake to think he was adapting.

"It's illuminating! I got illuminated, so I gave you two more."

"I don't need three or four teacups..."

Two additional teacups containing tea that can be arranged in front of the lid.

That's not how you replace tea.

"The taste is a skill that cannot be put to any court's exclusive chamberlain... well, yeah."

"Don't let it... Certainly, I've never drunk anything so fine in my life....."

The taste is good, the taste is good.

An area that is already possible for only a handful of experts simply because there is no clutter at all.

The brewing method of fragrant tea is not only about tea leaves and temperature, but also about the pouring method and the steaming method. It goes without saying that it is also influenced by the ambient air.

Perfect tea built on these delicate techniques.

Why is that grass juice?

……

What can I do for you, noodles?

"... nothing"

I thought of pasta staring at me like, "I didn't sell it to France at the time, but if I had made it in a high-end tea shop, it would have been a big business by now," but I didn't say anything to the boulders.

"... I just got some delicious tea. May I ask you a few questions?"

Hmm? Ah.

Finish the qualifiers in the arena spectacular.

Nine teams, including the Black Cat Bandit, decided to pass the qualifiers.

The lottery is currently under way for the cards in the main draw, but the main draw will start tomorrow.

Which means, yes.

The tag team from Huta and Libra will also join the fight. That's why I invited you to the pasta mansion in the name of deepening your friendship.

Naturally, he also came to watch the opening ceremony in the arena and the second qualifying day.

And I found out.

I wonder what kind of work Futa is doing - and...

"... are you making characters?"

"Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock."

Pasta you can imagine.

"Ahhhh, if you peel it off with lemonade, it'll make you thirsty."

"Why are you so worried!?

And he roughed up his voice, and turned back to the front of Libra with the momentum of his anger.

Pasta's heart was poured into her red eyes as she slightly opened them in surprise.

"--I don't like it either!!!

"That's it again...."

"I'm fighting for entertainment income like a worker!! I'm just showing up as a" business owner "and making money, and I'm just trying to figure out the best way to do that, bad!?

"No, I don't think so."

"Alright then!!

Hmm, it's a snorting pasta.

Libra scratches her cheek like that.

"... just..."

"Just what?"

"No, you know what? Well, I used to watch the game in the audience seat. I was also confused by the boulder. The characters in the cafeteria are too different."

"... well, you have the right to be confused."

"Well then, the children who were nearby said. Pasta, don't you know? '"

Wait, I've got a bad feeling about this.

"Hey, it's already a dream for the girls. He said he wanted to be like that. For boys, too, look. I think I know the status of laying a nice girl aside for a noble child."

"Stop it!!

"- Then I'll stop. To sum up, I felt like I couldn't stand being here."

"Ugh, ugugh..."

This wrath has no place to go.

The libra is not bad. It's not that the children are bad. Giving these children a dream is a big step in their entertainment income, and they are the oldest customers.

"... Futa"

It's not your fault.

"... that's right. Yeah, that's right."

I'm just doing my best.

That's what the pasta says, facing forward.

I understand Libra's confusion, but I don't have time for that.

"So, yeah. I didn't call you here to talk about it."

"Well, I guess so. It was me."

"It's embarrassing."

"Such irrationality....."

Turning to Huta for salvation, he shook his head with sad eyes.

Apparently, she wants you to leave her alone now.

Having a good sister is by no means all good. It was a Libra with such a wasted view.

"Mammu, cheer up. Hoi pizza"

"With tea!?

A so-called marinara with tomato sauce.

Why did the pizza suddenly appear? The answer is simple.

"Look at that. When I made it, I was practicing pizza."

"So there's a fermented dough everywhere in the house....."

What happened was that the maid came to the canteen lute for the first time.

I started stealing this technique about how to make a delicious pizza baked well in a kiln.

But this maid is nothing but a genius.

The only thing that cooks well is that I've been trying and making mistakes until now, but it's dead.

I'm practicing to make the most delicious fabrics. Thanks to this, all the pizzas come out in the morning, day and night recently.

"Have you finally eroded into a snack...."

"Well, there's a lot of variation, so I'm not tired of it."

"But?"

"It's not good for this idiot maid."

"That hurdle is so high on earth...."

Pomodoro brothers and sisters who engage in appropriate conversations with others.

It is no longer commentary that there are fabrics in the middle of fermentation in the house, such as the house's pantry, the darkness, and conversely, the balcony.

In order to complete a delicious pizza as soon as possible, I want the maid to try and make a mistake.

The defaulted maid avoids commenting at all on the useless, well painted [don't touch] sign that was erected near the fabric.

Even though it is my home, it is completely used as a maid's pizza laboratory.

Pasta so far is likely to produce even one more complaint, but will it change again?

"Well, you can eat pizza as you like."

"Yeah... with the tea...?

The coughing pasta ignores the blurriness of the libra and proceeds.

"In the meantime, let's deepen our relationship."

"Intercultural exchanges are already amazing."

"I'd like to ask you about your career."

Ignore?

It was a Libra that dropped its shoulders.

"Well, at least it's already tastier than the pizza served at the end of the day."

"No, that's not the problem.... Mr. Huta, you look a little strange, too, don't you???

"This is just for this idiot. It's just sweet."

Oh, my God!? In dismay, the maid, who was standing upside down in the second chamber of gold, was completely thrown through.

Nobody seems to deny it.

"Um, so... I don't care what my background is."

"I'm not going to dig up what I don't want to talk about or what I can't talk about. I want to know why you're here."

"... that's right."

The taste alone is a tasty cup of tea.

With his red eyes closed for a moment, he slowly opens his mouth as if he had summed up his thoughts.

"Well, it was like a little accident when I started working as a killer."

"Accident?"

"Yeah, well. I want to be a killer! I didn't break into it. Some sort of, yeah. To live, I had to be a killer."

"Were you threatened?

"No, no, it's not. Just... well. I can't forgive you. Killing them was the only reason I wanted to live."

If the fever for killing was any weaker, he might have died without finding a reason to live.

That's how Libra told him.

"Why do you want to live..."

Libra turned to the maid who murmured.

"Oh no, it's so dark. Anyway, I was picked up by an orchestra. Killer mob, kill anyone you ask. It was a place full of bad reputation, but it wasn't uncomfortable."

"... no, the orchestra Orchestra is a lousy band to talk about, but can I ask you something inside?

"Well, if there's only one thing I can talk about. Working people like us, and a little backup organization that's in charge of backups. It's made up of... well, just a little research and you'll see."

There is no shade in particular, and the tone of relaxing speech never seems to have negative emotions.

"An assassin is more than a profession, so an assassin naturally exists as an industry. After all, we were like a murder clinic. However, the success rate is unusually high. I wonder if that's why I'm scared."

So, well, he says.

"I joined the orchestra Orchestra for a purpose. But eventually, there will be a lot of emotion. I wonder if it's a fellow consciousness. Well, there are a lot of people in trouble. I'll kill your enemies with you. That's why I'm asking you, too. It was so salted plum."

I see.... I feel like I understand a little bit. "

Pasta with eyes down gently.

A sense of companionship that builds up in a place like hell.

The shape was different, but for Pasta, who was forced to form a political party, it wasn't a story that I didn't understand. The only difference is that the pasta wasn't powerful and it was in Libra.

"Just, yeah. I've met a lot of people. I'm not asking you to kill me for nothing. I can't forgive you. There are many clients who cry and beg for money to kill him. Those are the people who are determined to be truly alive.... I've never been tied up with you again or twice. My family, my subordinates, invited me to be friends with them... and some of them just lost their legs."

"It was a lonely gathering, wasn't it? I don't know if that's true."

"Yes, so... my purpose is over. So, yeah. Last dream came true, and I lost my leg. That's all I'm talking about."

Let me close with my shoulders crossed.

It wasn't the fouta or the pasta that responded to the words of Libra.

"... how did you find your dream?

The words of a girl asking pompously.

Libra turned around and told her.

"I don't know why, it's a difficult story. I didn't have a big trigger, either. Swing your sword and play with the children around you when you have a heart attack."

But, yeah, Libra blurred to think back.

"... I don't remember how much I wanted to be at that time."

Oh, really?

"Yes, I don't know. When I was a kid, he said he wanted to be an innocent fighter. So, well, there's a lot going on, becoming a killer. So, look at these losing legs... and remember all about yourself.... that's how I noticed it. Oh, no, I used to want to be a gladiator."

My childhood dream.

That is an unmistakable story.

But it's hard to tell how serious I was when I was a kid.

Sometimes memory is worn out. I didn't go to see the sword in the first place.

So maybe it was just an instant thought, a passion in my chest.

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

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

I said that because I didn't know how much fever I had since I was a kid.

But...

If that's what you think. Something went wrong. I've been listening to the topic of fighting gladiators all over the place. When I was able to use my imagination with my adult head, I saw the glamour of a sword again. In the blue sky, I climbed up with one of my strengths. Cheers to victory. None of them, I only know them by imagination. "

Gu, said with a fist.

"But if we can make it happen... that's right. I thought I had no regrets in my life."

"... is that how you say it, you're going to die?

The question was obvious.

I'm worried about something, with a worrying voice.

That's why Libra shook his head.

"Die? I don't know, I think my life is a little different from my own."

"... hey?

"I've had enough to live for me. So for the rest of my life, um... my parents. Yeah, I'm gonna use it on my parents. That's what I'm talking about."

"... I'll use it for someone else"

That's what I'm talking about.

Libra nods.

Like a corona thinking about something, Huta leans her neck.

"Corona...?

"Hmm? Hmm. What's the matter, Futa?"

"No, I thought there was something about it."

Daijubu.... hey, Mr. Libra. "

When she comes, she laughs and asks Libra face-to-face.

"--The life you use for your parents... seems fun?

"Hmm? Hmm, I wonder."

The question didn't seem to have occurred to me as a libra.

But think about it a little.

Oh, I see, one nodded.

"-That's right. That's right. I forgot why I thought I could finish my dream sword once."

--For example, if I had lost sight of the reason I wanted to live.

"For someone who gave me a reason to live, maybe using my life."

"--I don't think it's any happier."

Yes, I smiled gently.