By the way, why is Prim running a store?
"Huh?　...... Haha.

　In the event that you're looking for the best way to get the most out of your business, you'll want to take a look at the following.

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

　In a word, it was unexpected.
　I don't know if I can put it in one word, "unexpected".
　I wondered what would be left if I took the sword away from her, putting her shining figure that I had just seen in the store on the shelf.

　In the event that you've got a lot of time, you'll be able to take a look at the best way to get the most out of your time. 　

There's a lot going on at .......
What's wrong?

　It's a good idea to take a look at the actual information on the web, as well as the information on the internet.

"Good work, Prim.
Hee!

　The answer came from behind Futa.
　Unlike Futa, who turned around without a second thought, Prim jumped up and down like a cat overreacting to some particular vegetable.

"Hey, Mr. Mion. Are you patrolling the scene?
There are more and more boards that I have to take command of.
"I see. Thank you for your time.
No, sir. Thank you, Mr. Futa, for your contribution to Spectacula. Mr. Richter is blowing bubbles with joy.
When did she turn into a crab?

　The young Richter's secretary, who calls herself Mion, wears a butler's uniform.
　In the event that you have any questions regarding where and the best way to get in touch with us, please do not hesitate to contact us.

　Pasta?　That's just a pot that can do the job.

　Anyway, Futa's tendency to use honorifics was due to the fact that she had an air about her that made him do so.
　In addition, he was indebted to her for letting him ride with her on her horse when she went to save Wind.

So...
Yes.

　As Futa turned around, Mion also looked in the same direction as Futa without losing her smile.

　There, hiding in the shadows of the store, the barbarian was shivering and shrinking like an abandoned cat on a rainy day.

Did you do something to him?
"No, nothing.

　The way he shook his head loosely and smiled reminded Futa of Lilac.

　I'm sure you've heard of it.

"Prim offered to help Mr. Richter. I welcomed the offer, so I ended up asking her to be a salesperson at the store. To be honest, I'm even relieved that you were able to fit in so well.
"In the end?　Unexpectedly?　Relieved?
You always notice things you don't need to, don't you, Mr. Futa?
I'm afraid of your smile.

　Nevertheless, there was something that made sense.
　The only reason she was working as a vendor was because she had volunteered to help Richter.

　Apparently, from what Mion had said, it hadn't been a store from the start - there must have been a lot going on. A lot. Something that would make her pale. Something that would make her turn pale and run away from Mion.

　I don't think there's anything to be gained by asking her, so Futa just smiles and says, "Haha.

But I heard you were working hard at the store.
"Yes, I know. Yes, I know her. She has always had a charm that attracts people, so just standing there is worth something. At first, he didn't seem to have the arithmetic of a child's counting song, but he was also sensitive to ...... thieves.
I see. It's useful in that way.
I'm really happy to be able to help you, Richter, now that you're making fewer mistakes. Is there any other happiness like it?
"No, you may ask.

　What is so sad about helping Richter that he should feel such bliss and tremble?
　I'm sure you'll be able to understand why.

　But Mion, with his hand on his cheek, let out a small breath and said.

It's funny. I'm sure Futa and I have a more passionate bond.
Did we have such an event?
No, not really. It's just .......

　You'll be able to find a lot more information on the web. I'm not sure what to say.
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

I'm sure you'll be very happy to know that I've been able to help you, Lilac.
"Mr. Mion, we are bound together by a passionate bond.
"Mr. Futa?

　I've been betrayed!　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.
　Mion and Futa shake hands tightly.

"This is crazy!　You're not even Samurai!


"Commander."
"Unemployed."
"Work the world!　What do you mean, "job"?　Pfft!

　I'm not sure what to make of this.
　I'm not sure if Richter is to Mion what Lilac is to Futa.

"Tell me, Mr. Mion. I want you to feel happier, Lilac.
"Very well. Leave it to General Mion. Happiness is an emotion. I'm willing to give you all the secrets of happiness that I've been feeling for Master Richter.
Master, ......!
A strange relationship is brewing!

　General Mion Presents, Lilac's story of trouble is a little further down the line.
　Prim's words were right on the money. If they were "attendants", they would have been able to lead their Lord to happiness correctly.

　That's what this is all about.

"Well. I'll talk about it later. Mr. Prim, today's account book.
"Yes, sir!　Here's the money and the paper!
Certainly. Well, I have work to do, so I'll leave you to it.

　With a solemn bow, she sashayed away.
　After watching her go, Prim let out a deep breath.

What's ～～～～...... today's number, I hope it's right......
Is today the day? ......
"Maybe today.
That's even worse.
No, it's not.

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
　She didn't even smile self-mockingly, and her vague words were very unlike her.

　So it bothered Futa even more.

"You don't have to push yourself so hard, do you?
"You're worried about me?　Thank you. But I will.
Why are you doing this?
Well, ...... is a lot of things. But one of the reasons is you.
Me?
Yeah, Mr. Futa.

　I cross my hands behind my back, looking at the sparsely stocked counter of the store.
　Her footsteps are the only sound in the empty, quiet entrance hall.

It's the opposite of what I said before. When I saw you, it made me want to work harder at things I'm not good at.

　"Because I don't have a job, I can't even be as good as other people unless I work harder than other people at everything.
　In fact, there is a loophole or the unemployed is the strongest profession.
　The reality is not that simple.

　He struggled and struggled, and kept reaching for the only ray of light he could find, only to be spat upon by a hill of swords.

　I look back and say, "It was hard. Prim will never know all of the thoughts that went into that one word, but she saw part of it.

　That's why I decided to try my best to do something other than what was written in my "occupation".

　In the past, I would have judged that it wouldn't work because it didn't fit with my "occupation" anyway, and would have thrown it away before I even started, but I didn't let it go.

"Well, that's tough.
...... I see.

　Futa didn't know what to say.
　He did not know what to say to her, but he knew that she did not want him to say something to comfort her.

　She nodded in response to Futa's gesture and smiled.

But you know what? But I really wanted to help you, Richter. I really wanted to help Richter, so I thought it would be nice if I could free up a little bit of time for him.
You said that you would help him. You said you'd help him.
Yeah. That's rude. You're gonna fall over.
No, I don't know about .......

　"I don't know." Prim puckered her lips at Futa's difficult-to-answer expression.

It's okay. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one who's had it.
It was worse than I expected.
It was worse than I thought it would be. ...... Yeah ...... really ...... really ...... bad. ......
Oh, .......

　I'm not sure what to make of that.

　She is a delightful girl, something that was unthinkable in the Colosseum.
　No, it's true that I didn't even try to see that fun, and I didn't have the presence of mind to do so.

　The reason why I feel close to her is probably because we both came to King's Landing, and it's working in a good way.

　She blamed Futa for slightly loosening the corners of his mouth, wondering what he was laughing about.



　Just...
　Yeah, just...

Are you so sure you want Mr. Richter to run in the finals?
Haha. That makes me sound like a woman who's devoted to Mr. Richter.
If Mr. Richter heard that, he'd froth and collapse.
What?

　"What?" said Prim, angrily, shaking her head.

No, it's not like that. It's just that Richter seems to be having the most fun when he's holding a gladius, that's all.

　Richter uses the Gladius, the sword that is often referred to as the "duelist's sword.

　It seems like a long time ago when I was in a battle with Richter. It's true that he was laughing like he was having fun in the middle of the fight with Futa, which he had to face because of the situation.

It's not just Richter's story. But I want everyone who enjoys sword fighting to have fun.

　So even if I can't watch my favorite sword fighting match...

So even if I don't get to see my favorite sword fighting match, I'll do my best to make sure that Richter-kun and the people around him enjoy sword fighting. That's what I'm most happy about.
I see.
Yeah. Yes, I will. I'm sure.

　She smiled, though she didn't have the spear in her hand that she usually held.

I'm sure it's because I'm a fighter.

　"Not a "professional" swordsman.
　I'm not a 'professional' fencer, but a fighter who fights in public and entertains people.

So I want everyone to enjoy my fight, and I want Richter's fight to be fun too. I'm looking forward to your commentary, brother!

　She held up two fingers.

...... Ah.

　The first thing you should do is to look at your eyes.
　I'm not sure what to do. It's a good idea.














　--I'm not sure what to do.

　The first thing you should do is to look at your eyes.

　The girl with the red hair, who took off her hood with a hint of annoyance.
　Her hair was much shorter than before, and her two pigtails popped out, giving her the appearance of an adorable child girl.
　If her blue eyes hadn't been so cloudy, she really would have been a single digit child.

　On the other hand, there was the silver girl with a cup of tea in her hand as usual.
　Surprisingly, she seemed to fit in with the bleakness of the room, a place where swordsmen concentrate their minds before fighting.

　Even leaving aside the red-haired girl who scoffed at the impression of the cold room.
　After all, the aspect of her as a swordsman with a tranquil fighting spirit made her blend into this waiting room without feeling out of place.

"Thanks to you, it's a big hit.
"So it seems.

　A red-haired girl threw out a bunch of scrolls next to a silver girl sitting on a long chair without even a backrest.

　I'm sure she got the gist of it by just skimming through it.
　The silver girl nodded and looked up.

"...... You've become quite lovely, Beatrix.
You're not going to call me Pasta any more, are you? I know you're not.
It's lame. ......
Lame?　That's the name your favorite guy gave you!
That's the only problem with Futa.
What do you think you're doing with my life?

　I'm not sure what to say, but I'm sure you'll understand.
　I didn't meet this woman for the sake of idle chitchat.
　In order to finish her business quickly, Pasta gave her information in rapid succession.

It's obvious from the number of copies of this opinion. This trial run was a success. All we have to do is make a few minor adjustments.
It's nothing, sir.

　Those boring eyes again.
　Pasta raises one eyebrow at the same look he gave me when we talked before.

Don't let your petty feelings get in the way.　I'm here to do business.
I don't know what you think you're doing, but I'm the one who initiated this whole thing. I'm not trying to pull each other's leg.

　You know what you're misunderstanding.
　You know what you're doing wrong.

And above all, I'm not the one who can't understand your purpose.
"............ Oh, right.

　Pasta averted his gaze as if it was troublesome.
　Her "purpose". If that's what she's trying to do, if she's trying to sabotage Pasta's true intentions, that's unusually troubling.

　She glances at the girl, bracing herself for the possibility that she might need to brace herself.

"My purpose, huh?
You're trying to find a possibility that isn't true, so I'll shut you out. --You're trying to steal this Spectacula, aren't you? Not for King's Landing, but for you to make money in Futa.
...... You're the one who said I could make money in Futa, Lilac.


"Yes, it is.

　--Of course, the purpose of the pasta was obvious.

　But that didn't mean there was anything he could do about it. That's why Pasta still has some room to maneuver.

　But what's creepy is this woman. She knows what Pasta wants and doesn't seem to be doing anything about it.
　That's not possible. She must think this spectacle is hers.

"Most people say it was fun. And that it was fun. Compared to the past, I'd say it was a great success.

　The conversation turned to the contents of the opinion.
　Pasta sniffs at Lilac, a girl with a slight scowl on her face.

"Of course.
But, you know, I don't like the voice, it's not very good... I don't know how to get rid of these opinions.
The more popular something is, the more antagonists there are. It's not worth remembering. It's not even worth remembering.
"Yes?

　The way he answers with a fluttering wave of his hand, as if he had already made up his mind about everything.

The only thing that matters in such opinions is the percentage. If it's like this, it's more of a testament to its popularity.
"Okay. Let's allow the ...... runoff to continue.
Okay. --You're finally on your game.
Yeah.

　If I'm allowed, there's no reason for me to be here anymore.

　Pasta turned herself around, but then she remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, Lilac. Didn't you say something about taking care of things before the finals?
Yes, I'll take care of it before the finals.
I've got a final tomorrow. ...... Well, that's fine.

　She brushed off her shortened red hair and reached for the door to leave the room.
　A voice on her back.

"Call Futa. I need to talk to him.
"Sounds like a job interview or something. I'm going home first.
Of course you are. Or are you at an age where you want to be with me?
You're showing a lot of ugly jealousy. See you tomorrow.

　I'll see you tomorrow," Pasta replied to Lilac's bored eyes, and left the room this time.

　She thought it would be enough if she could just call out to Futa on her way out.

　In the quiet room, Lilac drank the rest of her tea and muttered.



Yes. I hope to see you tomorrow .......