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

― ― Klingbloom Mansion.

The morning of Richter L. Klingbloom is early.

Faster than any other aristocrat. It's a coercion.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

There was no knocking on the door that was opened.

Don't be shy with loud voices.

To evoke the struggle of the sword, there was no disturbance in the cross.

The noble man who had dived into your pocket about two moments ago, and who had warmed up about an hour earlier and began to wake up, was woken up unscathed by the noise that was louder than the rooster's chanting. The rooster does not raise his hand.

"... eek...! At a time when the sun hasn't yet come out..."

In that case, it was a dubious time this morning.

I rubbed my eyes and raised my face to complain as I watched the pain in my body.

The sound of footsteps was heard at the end of the bed's nose.

"Look, Prim, I'm... I'm not a rooster."

At a time when you're determined to let it go, you usually think it's strange.

It is not a dialogue that can be said like such a determined face. It is natural that Richter is not a rooster. Even Prim knows.

If you think about it, you were already in a slumber at that time.

Yes. A dream.

This was only a dream after all.

So -- it wasn't strange that nightmares and nightmares combined.

Prim opens his mouth.

"--Mhopii was a hen...?"

"Who is it, who is it...?"

Meii?

Ahhhhh

I wonder why.

The silhouette was definitely a lancasta.

But somehow, my height is slightly lowered, and my beautiful wet rabbit hair is coming out of the packing. That's already crazy.

The deceitful and upright look on his face was a maid face that licked people when he realized it.

My mouth turned omega-like, and it was obviously provocative to look up at me.

"Ugh... wait, wait?"

"It's time for your Hopi Hopii Training!" The Maid's Crossbow Technique is the best in the world, and even in the Colosseum, there was no one who could tear everything apart, throw everything back and forth, and avoid the hammer that was thrown at them! Which fist should I taste? "

It's a good product.

In the first place, there was no crucifixion in the maid.

But...

Yeah, but that's the question.

The question alone must not be asked.

Is it the product of a maid?

Ah...

"[]/(n, vs) (1)

― ― Klingbloom Mansion.

"I had a nightmare."

Richter said so, moaning as he tilted a warm cup of tea.

A garden table and garden chairs set in the garden of the Klingbloom Mansion, where they are usually used for morning workouts.

He could not enjoy the tea time for a while, but rather a young man with a difficult face was stretching his arms against him desperately trying to get rid of the evil in his head.

"...... what are you talking about?"

"No, that's right. I'd like to ask you something, Mr. Richter."

Hmm?

It was around this time today that one of the young people in front of me finally listened to Richter's stupidity.

At the end of the conversation, he muttered with his mouth to himself that the tea was not enough.

"What's the nightmare?"

"Kieiiiiiiiiiii!!!"

The garden table was inverted.

"Hey, hey, Richter-san!?"

A dexterous eagle hurriedly holds a tea cup and a pot, and then puts a basket of cookies over his head to evacuate him.

”Ahh... hah... I'm sorry, I'm having a seizure”

"Let's not go to the hospital..."

"You may have been bewildered. Sure."

I don't know if you're being tortured, but I'm not sure.

"I'm gonna roll you over."

"Why!?"

Because you're such a happy bastard who doesn't judge that dream. If you want to keep your friend alive as an abolitionist, why don't you make it easier for the world?

"... well, that's it."

Fixing the garden table with his hands and feet, the duckling nodded.

For example, if this was a nightmare for Mr. Richter, is there anything I can do?

"What can you do...?"

If I may say so, this time it's just a fool's talk.

Unlike consultation, I was not looking for a solution.

No matter what I told you, unlike Nikon Smile's perverted subordinates, it was helpful to have a proper conversation like this. It didn't help.

That's why, if he told me to take a consultation, I wouldn't be without it.

First of all, I gave up asking you to define it as a nightmare.

"? Yeah, yeah, I got it."

I was annoyed by the shabby flutter and the invincible joblessness that worries me nothing.

In the meantime, what are you going to do to solve that nightmare?

"Well, if you know how to solve it, it's easy."

"Huh? Well, that's quite a lot, isn't it?" I wasted half a day because of this. "

Richter L. Klimbloom, a young man who wants to forget his dreams.

His friend, Huuta, is thirsty to make that wish come true.

This is the capital of the king, Eisenhardt. A place where dreams come true for those who have reached the end of an endless journey!

I mean, that's it, Mr. Richter.

What?

Corona dressed like Prim won't burn out of your eyes, will she?

"I'm hungry, but I think so." Nightmare and Nightmare Devil Combination. What a joke. The hell of the world. "

Houta nodded to him as he put his arms together.

Then I'm sure he'd be happy with this.

I could never understand the guts of calling Corona a nightmare, but Houta had a strong self-confidence.

Whatever, whatever.

This is a fusion of dreams and dreams for Huta.

I don't plan to get noodles or anything in there. He can answer the phone by himself.

Richter had a strangely unpleasant feeling about the smiling hoof.

The sixth sense suddenly opened its eyes to its own tea cup!

"By the way, are you alone today? It's unusual."

“No? No way. I'm not coming alone.”

Then why is it not cumming?

The front door opened momentarily, just like this morning's nightmare, it opened vigorously......

"No, no... no way"

That's by no means something that Richter would blow away, as if he had left it to the strength of a barbarian.

giggling and moaning with a hinge - yes, screaming. The door screamed, "Run!"

At least that's what Richter sounded like. I didn't beg you to help me, I was just a loyalist looking out for the Lord.

... if Richter had even one loyalist like that, of course not. Perhaps this door was the most loyal of them all.

"--Gotcha"

There was a woman who appeared to the sun.

The despair Richter felt at this time was hard to put into his tongue.

In other words, a vampire who tells a fairy tale that he is the greatest enemy of an absolutely invincible human being. That's right, the only weakness, the horrible despair that the sunlight has just overcome in front of you.

"Oh, Corona, that suits you so well!"

"Fufu. That's the charm of a princess, boy."

"Who is it?"

It's a princess!

I see, the princess...

"Huhhhh"

Richter confirmed that his friend was a stranger.

”Nh... my p * ssy... my p * ssy stays like this”

"Oh, whoever calls me the Devil King?"

"Looks like you're copying it well, and the end of the word is playing perfectly, Corona..."

The hair was not cold silver.

His eyes were not as pale as frozen.

However, the outfit is the same pure black as the heart, and the style is better than the real one.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"I thought it was about Master Lilac..."

"Perorin"

After a grinning exchange (the person's point of view), Huuta always looks back at Richter without a reply and tells him.

"What do you think?" It just so happens that Corona borrowed the princess's clothes and put them on somehow... isn't that all right? "

"Futa-sama, futa-sama." But now you know I'm a maid! I thought I couldn't see through the princess's clothes! "

Hahaha, that's not how it works.

"... then what if the princess is dressed as a maid?"

"It's not like that."

Even if the heavens and the earth were turned upside down, it would be impossible. "Huta-kun laughs.

- Then what if the pasta is dressed as a maid?

I wonder what you're up to this time.

"... what if the maid dresses up as pasta?"

"That's cute."

"Boo"

"Ehh... it's hell, isn't it?"

Now it's time to look back. There was a man with open pupils.

Hell, yeah.

"What's the matter, Mr. Richter?"

"No... it's hell."

"Mr. Richter!?"

"No matter how hard you redeem yourself, it's hell!!!! Woahhhhhh!!"

Richter-san!? Richter-san!?

Richter grabbed his shoulders, and his terrifying face wept with a dry laugh.

Meii?

"Don't come, this time I just thought about what he was planning and what you were going to scratch around...!"

Richter crouches down to suppress his stomach. Did I hit a cookie?

Well, no, Mr. Richter.

Well, no!

Have you forgotten your dreams?

"...... Shu"

Hmm?

”Roroshuu”