--Central area of King's Landing. Main street.

　A stylish coffee shop in a corner of it.

　Facing each other at a table for two on the terrace is a tall, thin young man and an eye-catchingly beautiful girl.

　If the young man had a little more ambiance, he would be the subject of many rumors as a good-looking man and woman, but the two were happily chatting in the air like friends who have nothing to do with love.

"Hey, I feel bad for the princess...
"That's okay, isn't it?　I wanted to thank her too.
"Really?　It's kind of embarrassing.

　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

　She had been a great help to me in the last game, not just in the preliminaries. In particular, when the two of us were searching for Corona, the fact that I made terms with Beatrix seemed to be a major factor in making things easier for Lilac.

　As a thank you for that, she was given permission to eat and drink as she pleased in the capital today.
　I don't know why he knew that he would be taking a day off from guarding Richter, but he did.

　Her name was Prim Lancaster.

　It's not just the fact that she's gorging herself on sweet treats that attracts the attention of people walking down Main Street.

"......?　What's wrong? Is there something you want?
Oh, no, nothing like that.

　Prim's hair, as usual, was tied up high in long, shiny twintails.
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　In addition to the fact that she is of a certain height and wears clothes that show off her excellent style, she attracts a lot of attention, but she doesn't seem to be concerned about it at all.

Prim is beautiful, isn't she?
Yes, she is. Why the sudden change? If you're hitting on me, I'd like you to stare at me a little more, or have a little more skinship.
No, I wasn't hitting on her, I was just feeling the difference in rank as a swordsman.
Yeah. That's because visuals are one of the weapons.

　She recrossed her legs loosely and glanced toward the road.
　She smiled and waved at a boy of about fourteen or five, who looked at her with a slight blush on his cheeks, giving her a glimpse of the dignity of a person who attracts attention.

　Prim Lancaster was not only one of the fiercest fighters in the Colosseum, but also one of the most popular girls.
　She was so popular that it was impossible for her to walk down the street.

Well, that's why my life now is not so bad.
"Life now?
"Working as Richter's bodyguard and training. When I need to relax, I go out and spend the money I've been saving. --Well, I don't have a lot of money right now, so the princess is buying.

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that," he said, looking at Prim's happy face as she ran to order more.

　It is true that when she was very popular in the Colosseum, it would have been very difficult for her to go out freely.
　It's no wonder that her fight money was growing, but she had few uses for it.

But you see. If I can get my life back to normal again. That's not so bad. And you're here.
Oh, you mean the ...... Colosseum.
Yeah, yeah. Mr. Richter said he'd come up with an alias for it because it has the same name as the Principality's. Why don't you call it Richter Stadium or something?
No, what about the personal name of the Lord Treasurer in the state ......?
Lilac Coliseum.
Yeah, well, ...... I know you're not interested.
I didn't choose my nickname as a gladiator, either.
Is that so?
Yeah, that's right. Of course it would be cooler if I left it to a real poet or something.
I see. ......
"I wonder why you look as if you've never heard of it before. It's this kind of persistence that makes you popular.

　Prim shakes her head, "Oh dear.
　The squishy expression on his face made him look like a fool, but at the same time, it made him feel like he was trying not to make things too serious by making fun of his past, so Futa couldn't come on too strong.

"You should definitely enter, Futa.
The way you're talking, it sounds like Prim is going to enter.
That's right. My occupation is a swordsman. That's my profession, okay?
It's ......, right? Right.

　Once Huta closed his eyes.

　Lilac wants me to.
　Corona is supporting me.

　There's no conflict between repaying them and the swordfighting stage.

　Then.

"Ah. I'll be a real champion this time.
"Haha.

　Prim laughs.

"This guy's annoying. Aren't you supposed to be a fighter?　I'm not sure why you're taking it for granted that you're going to be a champion.


Prim's got a lot of things I'm missing. I'm gonna learn a lot from you.
"......, right.

　Prim's expression softened.
　--If I had done this from the beginning, the situation might have been a little different.

　But that's over now.
　The opportunity to do it all over again had presented itself.
　This time, Prim vowed in her heart, she was going to defeat the strongest champion of all.

　But as usual, you don't think you're going to lose.

"You really make me admire you.
"What?
You mean you'll beat me, Champion. I can't wait for the construction to start!

　With the approval of the council, announcements of new events are slowly being made in the capital.

　At best, it's still something that's about to start in the capital, but even that's enough of a buzz.

　The fuel that was suddenly thrown into the calm and gentle streets of the city.

　A plan calculated to burst into flame on opening day.

I don't know why, but they're still not telling us about the Colosseum.
They're going to keep it a secret during construction. The silence is quite strict and Master Lilac was in favor of the idea.
"Oh, it wasn't the princess's idea?　Then who?

　For a moment, Futa hesitated to say anything.

...... Why did you shut up?
"No, you don't have to tell me, do you?
You're curious!
"...... Okay. But keep your mouth shut.
I know, I know.
The whole plan was Beatrix's idea.
I'm gonna go tell the whole world.
I don't know about that!

　Futa hurriedly stops Prim from standing up.
　The scale of his vindictiveness is worldwide.

I'm going to tell the whole world.
I'm not going to do it.
"Gosh, ......, I really don't understand why you listen to that guy.

　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's worth it.

　This honest sentiment was both plausible and proof that she was just a citizen.
　Good friends don't make politics.
　Use the good people. The incompetent are discarded. There is no need for affection. And of course, hatred.

　Only those who understand this can be on the side of the world.

"Beatrix M. Orba is dead. Doesn't that make you feel better?
Because it's not like I punched her.
Wow.

　Prim, of course, had no way of knowing that Beatrix was still alive.
　Even though she knows that her head has been delivered to the court, she still can't stop feeling.

　For example, if someone you hate dies.
　Some people are relieved by that, but others feel compelled to humiliate their dignity even in death. That's the world.

　However, in the case of Prim, I really think that one punch would be enough to make her feel better.

　I'm pissed off, so I punch him. I feel better after I hit him.
　It was a very straightforward way of life.

"Would it make you feel better if I hit you?
"There's no point in punching a corpse, though.
Okay.

　I'll ask Prim if she's willing to be punched in order to feel better.

　--I'll check with him next time.　I'm sure he'll say something like, "You should hate me for the rest of your life, it's a barren life.

It seems that even after he's gone, the Orba Trading Company is still a nuisance. Mr. Richter seems to be very busy.
Oh, ...... well, ...... maybe so, ......
Do you know anything about it?
No, not really.

　The people who control it from behind the scenes haven't changed. So be it.

　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that," said Prim, pecking at a new piece of cake.

Mr. Richter, you have good instincts.
"Is this about the sword?
"Yes. He seems to be having a lot of fun when he's fighting with me. And he seems to want to play with Futa again. I won't say it. I'm sorry you have to work at .......
I'm not going to tell you. ...... So I'm sorry you're working.

　In fact, Huta recalled that Richter, whom she met yesterday, seemed to be suffering from considerable mental fatigue.



　And here was one idea that Futa could think of, but Prim could not.

　It is a story that, had it not been conveyed to Prim at this stage, would not have been conceived until the Colosseum.

Speaking of which...
What is it?
Mr. Lilac is going to the Colosseum.
Oh, really?　She's a princess!
Yeah.

　Prim nodded her head in admiration.
　She certainly seemed to have a lot of skill. If she wasn't a princess, she could have slashed you.

　I see, the opportunity to legally point a blade at her... Prim froze, thinking to that extent.

"I see.
What's going on?
If the princess is going to enter, then the Lord Treasurer can enter too!
What? ...... Well, yeah, but...





　The Lord Treasurer, at work, sneezed violently.





But you're busy, aren't you?
What does being busy have to do with the Colosseum?　What does being busy have to do with the Colosseum? Futa, you're so hard-headed.
No, it's time. ......
The princess is working hard too!　The princess is doing her best, and the rest is up to you.
Such a barbarian. ......
But you're right, Richter, you're a bit stubborn about that too. Okay.
What did you come up with?

　I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.



I'll tell the princess about it!