--The "taverna" lute.

　In the bustling restaurant, there was a different atmosphere of excitement and agitation than usual.
　Outside the restaurant, a large crowd of onlookers -- mostly people from the city -- have gathered and are already speculating about the incident that took place in this restaurant.

　However, they are polite enough to leave a pathway for one person to pass through, and the guards come and go as they go.

　Their job was to carry out the men who seemed to have gone berserk in the store.

Thank you, Mr. Bill. Mr. Ben.

　He must have known one of the guards.
　Huta, one of the men in the middle of the commotion, said with a troubled smile.
　The twin guards turned around and gave him a thumbs-up.

I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that.
It's a pain in the ass to report. ...... Where did these guys get the explosives?

　They crossed their arms, and Futa could only tilt his head.
　It is true that those who are able to procure explosives are no more than a bunch of rogues.

　Huta furrowed his brow at the thought that the security situation in the area was about to get worse.

　Explosions, crushings, and explosions were something he was used to, but most of them were things like hammer axes smashing houses, iron axes smashing houses, and fists smashing houses.

　There is certainly not much in the way of explosives.

You know those abandoned mines near King's Landing?　There are abandoned mines near the capital, and since the explosives used in those mines are now being traded behind the scenes, the regulations on explosives have become very strict.
And now this?　It's going to be a bit of a mess.

　Bill and Ben shrugged their shoulders.

"Explosives routes, huh?

　I don't have the faintest idea.
　I'm going to have to talk to Lilac after this.
　He glanced over at the head of the city's largest merchant association to make sure, but she didn't seem to have any idea about such an item either.
　She shook her head and went back to her usual pasta-chan routine, playing with her customers.

She shook her head and went back to her usual pasta-chan routine, playing with the customers. “I think there’s a girl who’s being targeted. You know.
"Yeah. I've heard he's not feeling well, so we can take him back to his cell. ...... Well, we'll stay with him tonight.
I'll take care of it. I'm not going to touch you. She's cute, but I like her better when she's more stylish.
Hey, Ben, don't you have the heart to love a beautiful woman, you dead branch?
"Hey, beer, do you ever think of anyone other than the woman you're going to love when you're hitting on her, you harem bastard?
No, don't try to love her. No, don't try to love her. Just do your duty as a guard.

　"No, don't try to love her.
　What are you going to do if you like her?

　He sighed at the slightly unreliable guard, but was reassured by the fact that he would be standing guard this evening.

　When I turned around, a pretty girl with bright orange hair tied up in a bun and a straight nose was chatting with Mochisuke.

　Her cheeks were still slightly flushed, but if she said she was fine, then she should be talked to now.

　Bill and Ben seem to be waiting for us by the wall.

　After the rogues were removed, the restaurant was in a horrible state that should have been closed, but a word from the old man made all the difference.

　He said, "The kitchen is safe.

　As well as the freedom of the people who were sitting on the safe tables and chairs and enjoying their meals again, the poet girl who was unfazed by the situation and the scene was also very bold.

　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

And what did she say?
I don't really know. I'm not sure. But he said he was going to stay quiet until the commotion was over, and he was playing with Mochisuke. Again.
All right.

　Futa nodded, "I see.
　The reason why she is playing with Mochisuke is not because she has a steel mentality.

　If she was watching the situation in her own way and trying not to interfere with the adults' conversation, she should rather calm her mind quickly.

　Fortunately, the rest was a matter of the guards and the shopkeeper.
　Futa's and Izuna's hands were already free.

Do you have a minute?
Yes, sir!　Thank you very much for your help!
Yeah. I'd like to talk to you about something.

　Futa nodded his head as she bowed again.

　You can thank me. I didn't do it just for her.
　But what did she think she was doing?

This is the only ...... I have right now.
"No, that's not what I meant.
That's right, ......10 gulds is a small fortune for you. ......
"Well, he's a funny guy, isn't he?

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what's going on in your life.
　But 10 guld.
　It's a terrible gap between the beauty of her voice and the beauty of even this exchange of words.

　If this is the amount of money she earns from her work as a poet, it's too bad.

You can save those 10 gulds for emergencies.
"......, but no. My body is not even worth ten gold pieces.
If you're going to sell yourself, have a little confidence. ...... What's wrong with her?
Oh, if you could at least cut my throat and give it to me, I'd thank you. ......
Oh, you've got confidence there.


"I'm thinking it's worth about 15 gulds.
"You're too sneaky!　Are you sure you want to get 15 guld for getting your throat cut?

　Futa is puzzled as to what to do.
　I wonder if this is why Izuna said, "I don't know what's going on.

There's no need to thank me. I just want to know why I was being chased.
"Oh, no need to thank me ......?　You're my god .......
You're such a pain in the ass!
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!　You're the reason I've been chased!
I finally got through to you, .......
"I think it was the ...... song, God.
No, I'm not getting through.

　No, I don't know if I'm getting through.
　Futa sighs at her strange sensitivity.

"I heard that you wrote a song about something that happened in the south.
"Yes, that's right. "Yes, that's right. It's about a nobleman who reformed a nobleman who was doing bad things!
"...... I see.

　It seems to be confirmed.

Does this nobleman have any influence in King's Landing?
Well, ......?　He said he was a baron.
That's a low baronetcy. ......

　A hand to the chin, Fouta.
　Next to him, a young girl appears in a hurry.

Something smells fishy!
"Pasta. Is that okay?
"I thought we could talk for a while.

　In summary, this is what the conversation between the two is about.
　I don't know if you're going to jump into a topic like this and not show your face. The other is the false sister's assertion that she is worried about leaving things to you.

　Futa, unable to think of anything else to say, decides to let things happen and gives the initiative to Pasta.

　But when the poet girl sees Pasta, she says, "Cute!

"It's so cute!

　Her eyes were shining.
　She seems to be bold after all.

"Oh yeah, can we continue with ......?
"Yes, yes, yes!　Sorry!
Did you recognize any of the people who came after you?　For example, have they been following you since you were in the countryside? Or maybe you met them in another bar.
What? I don't think so. I don't think so.　The square in King's Landing was our first encounter!
I don't think you need to make your encounter with them such a cherished memory. ......
I'll forget about it!
Straightforward.

　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.
　There are times when Pasta's mask is subtly coming off.
　If she had a real body, I would like to secretly fix the knot from behind.

　Of course, she wasn't really wearing the mask, so Futa had no choice but to poke her back slightly.

"Hyang ......, what?
No, you're showing your true colors, sister.
I'm not sure what you mean by that.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I've seen it before.

　It seems that her true nature has not been revealed to those around her, and she breathes a sigh of relief.

It's not normal to be pursued relentlessly by a gang that uses explosives the moment you meet them. Even the pursuers have risk management. There's definitely something about ...... that made them want to capture you, even if you had to use something as valuable as explosives.

　I'm sure there's something to it.

I'm sure there's something to it. ...... No way, I have hidden powers.
I've been meaning to tell you, you're crazy.
You're crazy?
Yeah. I know a maid who's crazy.
Oh, you've got company!
She's a talented crazy maid. You're just a crazy person.
They were interchangeable!

　Crumbling girl.

I'm just an 11-garde girl. ......
I'm only an eleven-garde woman." "Maybe it's because your brother told you to be confident in your body, but they raised the price by one garde. Good for you, big brother.
"Yeah, she's crazy.

　Futa can't even muster up the energy to complain.



"It's just, well, you know. You have no idea what you're talking about, right?
"Yes ...... was that heroic story not good after all ...... or is it because I'm crazy ......?
"Oh, you're hurting my feelings.

　However, there are no follow-up words.
　He thought about it for a while, and then held up a finger.

"Well... Can you sing me that heroic tale?
"What?

　He looked up at her and told her.
　In fact, that's the only clue we have.

　There's some factor in her song, even if it's not Futa. If it helps someone else to realize the possibility of something.

It could be a clue.
"Okay, I get it!

　She said, and picked up the lute that was sitting on the table.

"I'll take care of it!　Listen to me!　I'm going to perform a song!

　Her voice was beautiful, but only her voice was beautiful.

　Her voice was beautiful, but only her voice was beautiful, and the surrounding audience turned to look at the clear tone of her voice.
　A song. It was just the right accompaniment to a drink.
　Although I'm a little worried about my health. Futa looked at her, deciding to quit and put her to bed as soon as the situation arose.

　He brushed off her ponytail and plucked at his lute.

　--Instantly.

　The air changed.

"......

　It was more than tense. It's like domination.
　It's as if you have this space all to yourself.
　The expression on his face went from blithe to cold and emotionless.
　Then a light flick of the lute, a slight shift in expression to match the sound.

　Pasta's eyes widened.

　The only thing that moves is his lips.
　An air of "art" that made him afraid to even speak out loud.
　I can't tell the difference between real and fake. I can't tell the difference between the real and the fake," she said, "but I can clearly see the presence of the real.

The sun was soft that day. The sun was soft that day, and the warmth of it, like holding a baby in your arms, made everyone feel at ease.

　The tone of voice was melodic.

　His voice filled the world.

"No matter what evil you do. No matter the pain you cause. "No matter what evil he's done, no matter what pain he's caused, he's not evil. He's just infected with evil. Then let's get rid of that evil. So said the pure white angel.

"It was as if the ugly canvas, painted with grooves, was being stripped of its colors one by one, like time rewinding, the angel's kindness removing the evil from the baron's heart. The man who was squeezed in the embrace began to cry like a baby. The way he just hugs the man's disfigurement, which a normal person would turn away from, is like a real angel.

Oh, how I cherish this day. The end of the story, the tail of the rainbow, smells of flowers and sunshine. I now know the meaning of this sun. I knew it was her.

"This is the end of the heroic tale. I don't know where that angel went. I don't need to know. But the warmth of the world will never go away because she lives in this world. She lives in this world.

　--The lute, playing.

　Your hand stops.

　And finally, the world begins to move.

　The color returns to the face of the girl who had been leaning on the poem, and she looks up.

　She looked around at everyone listening and said with a smile.

"Please give me a twist. ！！！！
"You're ruining it. ！！！！！！！！！

　Futa slaps the table.
　You didn't even give me time to relish the moment.

I know, I know, they couldn't stand you, you sing such a beautiful song and you're such a mess, you evil bastard!
"Yeah, yeah!　I've been chased for that?　But if I don't get the money, my total assets will be 36 gold.
"And you're selling yourself short!

　The shop is now back to normal.
　The store regained its original air, some laughing, others as indignant as Fouta.
　Looking around the small world, Pasta muttered to himself.

I stand corrected.

　The girl in front of him was a poet.

"...... She's crazy, but she sings really well.



　Maybe it's not the content of the song.
　Perhaps it was the voice itself, rather than the content of the song, that could be their goal.

　Pasta took a step forward and stuffed 10,000 gulds into his nasty little wallet.

."----!!!

　When she saw the moment, she let out an inarticulate voice.

"Angel!
Stop it, stop it, stop it. Don't put me in the same category as your lyrics. You cheap b*tc*!
I'm thirty-six gulls, after all.
Don't be shy!

　That's how much I value her.
　She sniffed, and in her mind, a business was already forming to take advantage of her.
　She's a little crazy, but with her beautiful voice, there's nothing wrong with that.
　She also has a good sense of songwriting. It's more than enough.

　For what she's worth, she's willing to go toe to toe with the people who are after her.

　A battle for a beautiful voice. Not bad for an auction.
　With a wry smile, Pasta exhales, rips the rude woman out of her forced embrace, and says.

"What's your name, sister?
"Oh, I didn't tell you!

　Even if she forgets to tell you her name.

　But if it's this voice that's chasing me...



My name is Mirabelle G. Gringott!



　Hmm?


　Futa shouted.


It's your name that's causing all this!