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

24 Fouta gave me a shot!

--A little bit back, a few days ago.

Lord Lilac.

In the inner corridor of the royal castle where the sun was pouring in, Lilac turned to a voice from behind.

A group of nobles led by Richter have stepped on the red carpet.

Unlike the rear ones, who panicked and lowered their heads as they could see Lilac, Richter immediately looked straight at Lilac when he thanked him deeply.

"Would that be all right?

"As long as you're standing up."

"Thank you very much. ― ― The recent meeting with Futa was truly exciting. Looking at his skill, I also wanted to see how strong he was as a samurai. How about you, Your Highness?

The fluent words spinned in a sarcastic manner are only allowed to the aristocratic class.

Lilac knew that this was her restraint, or even her vigilance against Futa.

Otherwise, Futa's strength is negligible.

At least nobody can "prove" that it's higher than Lilac.

It was Richter's idea that he would have to ride.

And Lilac got on.

"That's right. How strong is the lid?... well, I don't know if there's a barrage in the world that measures his strength."

Lilac played with her beautiful hair in boredom.

At first glance, the beauty of the deep window. Richter continued, swallowing his desire to remain silent and fulfill his mission as an idol.

― ― I would like to set up a match for you.

"Your Majesty is absent?

"Of course, you're right. So, inevitably, in addition to the royals, such as Lord Lilac, I decided to invite the townships of the royal palace."

……

Lilac thought a little.

Richter sharpens his gaze, wondering if he is alert.

Actually, he looked alert.

A little later, Lilac nodded.

"Indeed, there have been no events in the Royal Palace lately. The royal party also had the opportunity to be" inconvenient "and could be a good opportunity."

It's not convenient, Lilac said.

But Richter knew it wasn't true.

She gives precedence to the commercial union of the King's City over parties of nobility and royalty.

Of course, I kept my mouth shut considering the risk of pointing it out.

"How are you? Well then, definitely."

"Yes... are you the opponent of Futa?

"No way! I didn't have any hands or legs, so of course I brought a gladiator with liver. It's my real job."

"That's exciting. If you gather people and it ends in a flash, there's no point in the event."

"That's it. Please tell Futa how much you appreciate it."

"Yeah, well, good luck."

Lilac finally smiled and turned his heel back.

With his head down deep on his back, Richter laughs.

Now you're ready.

But Richter wasn't the only one who thought so.

"... everything is as expected"

The corners of the girl's mouth were distorted as she walked.

--And the time came back the day Lilac visited Fouta.

"Mr. Richter, are you a gladiator with a liver..."

As I thought about it a little, Futa murmured.

Then Lilac, who had paid for his silver hair, said in passing.

You must be related to Futa, right?

Eh?

"I told him that Fouta was a Colosseum champion in the Principality. If he starts the investigation, it's from around Colosseum."

"Yes, yes, yes. Why is it that Futa-sama's associates come along?

Pi, corona with her hands up.

"The fact that Huta was in place for a long time. This is how they are expelled. - And your strength. With all the ingredients you have, you'll hit the swordsman who wants to fight you again. I'm sure that's who knows your information well."

"--Oh, wait a minute, Princess."

"What is it?

"No, I think there's something contradictory about it. I was just talking about the other day."

Tilt your neck.

Behind his head is the story of the previous "unemployed."

Lilac raised it as a condition of activation, "Do not work".

When I was in Colosseum, I worked as a champion.

So even if Futa's power was "spreading pleasure," it wouldn't reach the people of Colosseum.

Shouldn't I?

"Oh, I see. I see what you're thinking.... you have absolutely no choice."

Lilac shook his head in astonishment.

"Huta, I told you not to be trapped in a profession." Indeed, you may now be aware of your "profession" and be able to look at yourself again for the first time. But if you keep staring at it, you'll end up falling. "

Gently, Lilac takes Huta's hand.

Rubbish and horny, his hands are proof of his stupid efforts.

"Certainly, thanks to your power, I enjoyed it very much. I've never had so much fun swinging a sword with you. But even if you didn't have the talent to share the fun, you're strong."

I'll ask you again. She told him.

"--Where are the gladiators who do not want to challenge the most powerful swordsmen?

He took a breath.

Next time, I will definitely win!!!

The swordsman was not the only one who exhaled pneumonia.

All the swordsmen in Colosseum challenged Futa over and over again.

Regardless of the audience, they simply kept pointing their swords at the man at the top of the line.

Looking back, she sighed.

"... after all, I'm not a gladiator."

Fouta?

"To show the unemployed that they can prove their efforts, I feel like I didn't see the sword itself."

"I wasn't looking, I couldn't afford to see it. I know how desperate you were. I'm serious."