The words that escaped Richter L. Klingbloom's mouth - or rather, the red-haired girl's mouth in front of what could no longer be called a squeal - were, "Ei ...... Gyou, Ken?

　The words leaked out of Richter L. Klingbloom's mouth - or rather, the red-haired girl was boringly chewing on a cupcake in the face of what could be called a squeal.

　The office of the Klingbloom mansion.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for and what you're not looking for.

...... What's that? Is that the name of a cupcake store?

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"Poor thing.
"Pity?

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"Oh, come on, Futa, what's going on?
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot.
"You forgot?

　Richter's jaw dropped to the ground in astonishment.

　Behind him, the secretary was watching with a smile, thinking how cute Richter was today.

　On the table between them, there was a scroll.
　On it was an invoice for 50 million gold, the prize for winning the tournament.

"The income from Futa's 'sword fighting' - in other words, all of Futa's business rights - will belong to the Orba Chamber of Commerce. That was agreed upon with the princess from the beginning.
"That's ridiculous. ......

　Pasta took out a sheet of "contract" documents from his pocket.
　I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you've.

"Huh?
"The Lord of the Treasury is dead.
Mr. Richter, you used to be so cool when you were sword fighting.
Yeah?　He was terrible.
How dare you?

　For Futa, "Richter when he was sword fighting" was when he was taking on Leafy and Aylin.
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I think it's a good idea.

　It was an unavoidable misunderstanding.

"If ...... Huta wins, the treasury will be yours .......
"Why is the Lord of the Treasury so broken?
Well, apparently he couldn't come up with 50 million gold.
What were you going to do if someone else had won?
You know, ......?

　If Lilac or Futa had won, the prize money would be a thing of the past.
　It was because I had been thinking that way that I was taken by surprise.

I've been thinking that way for a while now, so this was a surprise to me. "I mean, how are you managing your finances if you can't pay me 50 million after making Spectacula?
"Fifty million?　Did you say only 50 million?
Shut up. ....... I don't know how much you paid the mage, but it's nothing compared to the money you'll need to make Spectacula.
That's what you're here for, isn't it ......?
I'll take what I can get. That's a given.

　I'm not going to be able to borrow money from the government.
　This is the first time I've been able to do it.

"Hey, Pasta. Can't we wait a little longer?
"It's simple arithmetic, Hooter. 1,000 guld for a Spectacula ticket. Even if you don't catch 5,000 people every day, how much do you think you'll get in a day on the last day or the first day?　Just the ticket price, of course.
That's 50 million ......?

　Eight days of sword fighting. The First Battle Games.
　In the end, the girl in front of me was able to fill the place up almost every day.
　A simple calculation shows that she earned 400 million yen.
　That's not including the sale of merchandise.

　Fouta glanced at Richter.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!　Do you really think so?
No, it's not true, is it?
It's true!　But this business is still in the red!

　That was also the truth.
　The cost of constructing this Spectacula, the associated large amount of labor costs including mages, and advertising fees. All of these are money-eaters.

　If anything, the last money-grubber in advertising costs is currently eating cupcakes right in front of my eyes.

And that's it!
Is there more?
Yes!　--The next sword fight is not going to be like a martial arts tournament. Each swordsman has to be paid fight money.
"Oh, I see. ......

　So even if you've got 400 million in revenue, it's still tough.
　Pasta pinched Futa's thighs as he nodded.

If you think about the fact that the Spectaclar fills up every time that "fighter" plays a match, you're headed for the black every day. How can you be so fooled by something so simple?
"Oh.



　Each time, Futa was disappointed that the tickets were sold.

"Mr. Richter, you're not fooling me, are you?
"You're not as deceitful as you think, here.

　Richter, his head in his hands, sipped the tea his secretary had given him.
　He looks at the pasta.

The tournament has ended beautifully. It's no wonder, since we don't really know what we're going to do next.
I've given as much notice as I can at the moment, and I've put up promotional scrolls everywhere.
"But that's not enough. "But it's not good enough. There are many people who have already seen the swordfight and are satisfied. I don't think we'll be able to fill 5,000 people in the near future.
"......

　That being said, I could understand Pasta's point of view.
　Richter's concerns were not wrong.
　In fact, he should have announced the next tournament or something at the end of the tournament.

　However, the use of spectacula was under the jurisdiction of the king, and Lilac was the organizer of the tournament, which turned out to be a mistake.

　It would have been wiser to fill the schedule from one end to the other, instead of spending all the time trying to figure out what to use it for.

"By the way, the 'aristocrats' are planning to use the Spectacle for their lecture.
"It's typical to look at the past, when 5,000 people filled the room, and think we can do the same. It's typical of them to look at the past when five thousand people filled a room and think they can do the same.
Well, I won't deny it.
I don't care if they use the spectacle for such a trivial event and then scream that they don't get any customers when it's their time. ...... You're holding the reins on that one, aren't you?
I don't know. ...... I can hold the aristocrats together, but not the royalists.
Maybe I'll tell the princess.
You should.

　Richter put his hand on his forehead and shook his head loosely.
　But then Huta noticed something.

Is there any other use for Spectacula than sword fighting?
If you sell it as 'sword fighting', you won't get any customers if you do something else half-heartedly.
"So you're saying we should definitely do sword fighting?
Not absolutely. ...... What, you don't want to do sword fighting?
It's not that I don't want to. ......　
You're trying to tell me something.
Well, that's true. Not so much about the Colosseum experience.

　As I muttered this, Pasta and Richter's attention was drawn to me.
　I'm not so sure about the Colosseum experience.

I'm not sure what to make of it. I don't think it's unreasonable to hold it every day.
It seems that the princess is trying to recruit promising talent from all over the place.

　And then Pasta thought back to the Leafy-related arrangements.
　In the end, the girl with the sword, who is still living with us for some reason, is the breadwinner who can't even do a single chore - but that's okay for now.

The normal league that plays at the Colosseum alone had over 100 participants. You can't compare to that.
...... I also thought it would be a little hard to get people to come for one game a day. It was a final, so it was manageable.

　So...
　"I'd like to see something that's tied to sword fighting that keeps people coming back.

I'd like to see something to keep the audience interested in the sword fighting. ...... Why don't you just have the princess do what she does best?　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for and what you're going to get.
"......
"......

　It is tied to the sword.
　It does not have to be the sword itself.
　It is not an exaggeration to say that Her Highness is the most popular person in the world, and she has made her presence felt in sword fighting. Then the way to do it is the same as your commentary brother. You all know her, and today she's a pretty girl!　You can sell as many tickets as you like.
　--Although that would be disastrous for the princess's dignity.

　But there was no way she would take that into account here.

　But the young man next to her did not scold her for swearing at the princess.
　She looked up and tilted her head.

"What, are you staring at me? You got a problem with me?
"No, .......

　Futa puts his hand over his mouth and ponders.
　You look at Richter, noticing that the air is strange.

I can't let your highness do that,.......

　I'm not going to let your highness do that, but " but in a positive tone of voice.

So what, that's disgusting.

　Pasta puts her hands on her hips and glares at them.
　Richter tells her.

I'm not sure. Suppose ...... suppose. What do you think of people who refuse to sing and dance when they can get a lot of money for it?
"A lot of money?
Let's say it's 50 million gold a day.
Huh. That's silly. No matter how shitty your dancing is, if you're ashamed of it, you don't have to weigh it against the price.

　He nodded his head in a gesture of hand-waving, as if to say, "How can you take this for granted?


　Pasta looks at him with half-lidded eyes, wondering what the hell is going on, but then a voice comes from the side.

Pasta, this is just a hypothetical. "Pasta, this is just a hypothetical, but you wanted Lilac-sama to do it because she's popular in the arena, right?
Yes. If you want to attract people with sword fighting, that is the minimum requirement. I'm sure Izuna would be a hit with the ladies.
By the way, I think there's another guy who's just as popular as Lilac, but he's not a fighter.
"Spectacular?　If there is such a person, we can leave everything to him, can't we?
"I see.

　Futa smiles.
　Richter nodded his head.

　What the hell," Pasta scowled, looking to the last person in the room for help.

　She was smiling, holding a child-sized, frilly, light blue outfit. At least, not a size she could wear. I mean, where did she get it from?

　--And then I think for a moment.

　Someone who isn't one of those arena-favorite "fighting swordsmen" who could make 50 million gald just by singing and dancing. Assuming it's a woman.

　That flashy, show-offy, child-sized outfit.

　Which leads us to...






"...... is that me?