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

For Fouta, this January has been quite a month of turmoil.

Meet all kinds of people, know all kinds of things.

For him, the calm hours he finally visited were many times as comfortable as he thought - and they conceived a cramped, contradiction.

"This is Master Futa. You're in a good mood.

"Nor did we ever want to be His Highness."

"I beg of you, Your Highness..."

No matter where you walk in the royal castle, no one blames you.

There is no such thing as being slapped in the mouth, nor is there anyone who denies himself face to face. Of course, the garbage is not thrown in.

It was strange to think about being able to shake a large hand and walk around the castle of another country.

However, how did this happen?

The script is shown in the premium seat.

Will you please treat my guests with respect in the future?

That word must have been enough to silence most of the audience.

That's why the Rootless Grass visitors have a certain status from the nobles whose home ground is the royal castle.

All Futa can say is thank you to Lilac for setting the table.

However, it was also true that Futa was exposing her confusion in an environment where she had never laid down herself.

"- You guys. I'm having trouble with my guests. Stay back."

Therefore, for Huuta, who was surrounded by the blowout of the royal castle, the voice was a gospel.

Turning around, he looked like a man who had seen it many times.

They talked to Fouta about this, and they're going to have to back off to Lord Treasury.

As the tide dragged down the luxurious stairs, Huta opened her mouth.

Thank you, Mr. Richter.

"Don't thank me so easily."

"Oh, why?"

"Well, this is Chala's story about calling you a prisoner in public."

As for Richter, I suppose it was meant to be a warning.

Regardless of your gratitude, your feet are tickled. Create an unnecessary debt. And the position gets worse and worse.

Unfortunately, however, the irony did not reach the man in front of him.

"Oh, yeah."

"No, it's not."

Eh?

"What a fool with a clean face. What you've done is an insult to pride. With this..."

They noticed a neat look in the lid's eye.

Richter coughs lightly.

"Too much talk."

"I don't know, but you're worried. Thank you."

"So don't waste your gratitude! And I'm not sure!? Are you kidding me?!

It hurts pride and discredits you. That is obvious.

It was also Zara who was not treated as a human being as "unemployed".

It was also true that Richter didn't come with the pin.

"I'm not kidding. Not really. Socially? Don't neglect things like that."

"... hah"

Oh my God, Richter shook his head.

There's no stepsister to worry about this man.

Richter turned his back when he couldn't keep up.

Well, okay. You're easier to use when you're in trouble. I think the princess's weakness has increased. "

"I don't like that."

"What about it?"

But he grabbed me by the shoulder. Disturbed by the powerful force of waste, Richter turned around.

"I can't bother Lilac."

"Ah, I see./(adv-to, adv-to) (1) (on-mim) (on-mim) thumping/thumping/thumping/thumping/thumping/thumping/thumping

"Wait, Mr. Richter!

"Leave me alone. The situation doesn't change where I wait-- let go, hey, hey, it's still strong!?

Grabbing my shoulders was a Richter who wondered how far I could go.

"Whether you're in trouble or not, I'm lucky to have nothing to do with it!

"Please, if Lilac gets in trouble with something like my lack of sociability, I want to die!

"Something like that and nothing! Now! The lack of sociability is seeping!! This is it!

Richter points to his shoulder-gripping hand and yells at him with a corner of his mouth bubble.

"But if you let go, you're gonna run, right?

"What do you mean run away? It's just that I don't have to talk to you!

Fouta said sadly.

I figured we'd run away.

"I'm not running away! From anything!

"... really? Then I'll let go."

"The Lord of the Kringbroom family is running away. It can't be."

Hmm, Richter snorts.

When Huta let go of her hand, she felt irritated and cured the wrinkles on her jacket.

"- So, what?"

"How do you learn to socialize?"

"Where you scratch your feet, you can't beat the" nobles "in the social world. If there's anything I can tell you..."

That being said, Richter noticed a lot.

"... if so, what is it?

"I can tell you that, but there are conditions."

If there's anything I can do, I'll do anything.

"If that doesn't work... well. That's what you can do."

With this, you can set a condition and catch the lion.

That was what Richter came up with.

With exchange conditions, it's cheap enough to advise Futa on how to behave in the social world.

"Are you free tomorrow night?

Tomorrow night, we'll have a meeting with Master Lilac.

"... then, four days later, evening"

"Four nights later, we'll have a date with Master Lilac."

"... seven nights later"

"Seven nights from now, we have a deal with Master Lilac."

"Are you kidding me!?

"I didn't lie!

For a busy Richter, rest is precious.

I don't have free time all year round like Futa.

I thought so, but I didn't expect most of his calendar to be filled with Lilac characters.

"What are you going to do when you get an appointment?"

"It's a simple story. Every time you learn from me, I ask you to meet me."

Eh?

"I'm not going to ask His Highness for help, but no samurai is better than me.... that's the kind of environment I've had before. If there is a soil that can become stronger than the tradition of the game before you, there is no better way to train."

……

Arms folded, and Richter meditated.

Fouta blinks her eyes again. And Richter opened his eyes,

"What do you think? Dissatisfied?"

"No, I'm glad. I'm delighted to be asked."

He's disgusting.

Richter continued laughing with her nose.

"I'll take care of it if you like. I'll ask Lilac for permission."

"Hmm, let me tell you something. There should have been no restrictions on your behavior in the contract with you."

"Eh, ah, ahh.... you've done a lot of research."

"I told you. If you and His Highness show us the gap, we will poke you relentlessly. But, fu"

"What are you laughing at?"

No?

I think Richter is alone, chewing on the laughter.

Soon I'll see that princess's nasty face. That's all I had in mind.

"Don't let a man make a mistake, Fouta."

"Ah, ah. Sure."

That's how Richter leaves.

At a later date, Richter did stick to his dealings with Futa.

But Lilac, who took his own fouta for an instant, accompanied a maid to his belly, and Richter told him another story.