--The seeds of a flower that had been plucked and scattered fell into the dry desert. I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live.


　--I'm thirsty. I'm thirsty. I'm hot and I'm failing. So many times I thought I'd had enough. But then, as if to block out the intense heat, a shadow stopped and squatted down.


　--I was glad for the water it gently poured me. I was happy that you scooped me up and told me it was hard to be here. So now the flower opens. And when it's in full bloom, I'll show you the face I've been hiding, just for you.


　--love heart, flower heart. I love you, the best in the world. I've been watching you from the sunny place you put me. Wherever you look. I'm happiest when you come to water me now and then.


　--Love, flower. I love you, more than anything in the world. I'll give you the same happiness someday. The sunny heart that gave me peace.

　--The first feeling you gave me, the most precious.



"............ What the hell is this public execution?

　I'm not sure what to make of it.
　The reddened face is a sign of shame.
　The song and the voice that echoed through the room had a slightly familiar tone.

　I knew that my voice sounded a little different when I heard it from the outside, but surprisingly, I could recognize it as me.

　At the sound of the gramophone on the table, Pasta-chan (9) shakes her fist, ready to smash the machine.

Isn't it Orba's strategy to sell songs as a product?
I'm not sure if that's true, but I don't see the need to play it now, do you, princess?

　I'm not sure what to make of it. --No, her mouth is a little loose. I understood that I was being completely played.

　There are only three of us here now, Pasta, Lilac and Futa.
　So there was no need to call her princess, but there was no respect in the way she said it. It's probably nothing to worry about.

"...... Oh, it's over.
It's not the end of the world. ...... What are you trying to do, start from the beginning?
Powerful, powerful.
"You f*cking unemployed bastard!


　--I'm going to live, I'm going to live. I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live, I'm going to live.

　I couldn't restrain Futa's hand, and my song started to flow once again.

I'm not sure what to do.　Why, of all things--
I'm not sure what's so special about it, but the merchant gave me this song as a sample.
"Oh?　What?
He said this one had the most "heat." I like this one too.
Oh, ....... ......

　I want to die!
　I want to die!" Pasta-chan froze with a tight smile on her face.

I've heard that it's also simple, short and easy to record.
It's just an unnecessary thing to do. ......
Don't talk bad about your family members. You're doing your best, aren't you?
What?　The other day, when I told her I went to buy perfume, she followed me around saying, "I'd rather collect Pasta-chan's scent and make it into a product! "What?
You're a pretty amazing person, .......
This is no time to be impressed!　You're a pervert!
No, I don't know. No, I don't know... I feel the spirit of business, so it's okay.　It's actually going to sell.
"Ugh, .......

　In fact, it's a fact that anything with "Pasta-chan's" in the title would sell.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find something that will work for you.

　She was tipping her tea with a nonchalant look on her face, but the expression that had made fun of pasta earlier was gone.
　Even the Arcadia King Gorilla could see the reason. It's because he's talking about the princess while she's not.

　Thinking about it, she feels a little better and raises the corners of her mouth.
　Originally, she was a twisted businesswoman with a personality that loved to do things that people didn't like. She's an a**h*le with a bad temperament, though it seems like she's lost that vibe lately.

"So, well, the perfume, do you know what it smells like now?
"What?

　Futa is puzzled.
　The princess reacts with a twitch of one eyebrow, thinking that the flow has changed.

　Pasta happily picked up the cupcake.

"Shall I change it, Futa?
"Hmm?　I'm not sure what you're talking about. ......
"Which one do you think?"



　He smirked.
　I look at Futa, savoring the sweetness of the cupcake.

　Which way.

　It's a choice between the two.
　The first thing that comes to Futa's mind when he hears the smell of pasta is...


"Shut up and follow me.
"What do you want to do?

　A mixture of sweet sugar and nectar.

　Futa was at a loss for words, but he knew he would be teased no matter what he said. He wonders what to do, and that's exactly what Pasta wants.
　He turns his attention to the other person, who is clearly going to be uncomfortable, and sure enough.

　But then, as if in a quintessential moment of brilliance, Lilac says in a calm voice.

I'm not sure what you're talking about, but... Do you like to smell her, Futa?
No, no, what kind of hobby is that?
"Well, no, what kind of hobby is that?" "Well, you sounded as if you were sniffing around on a regular basis. Oh, good, it's just that she's a person who enjoys smelling people.

　It was Pasta who could not resist Lilac's superficially calm words.

"What do you mean?
"Isn't it true?　Isn't it true that you've been asking people to smell you?
I don't mean that.

　I don't mean that." She muttered, brushing her short hair away as if she was sulking.


　--"Love, flower. I love you, the best in the world. I've been watching you from the sunny place you put me. Wherever you look. I'm happiest when you come to water me now and then.


　Aside from the song that's still playing.

　She looked at Futa and said with pursed lips.

If you don't notice, that's fine.
"...... Oh.

　I don't know why I picked up on that voice.
　Why did I sense it here?
　Why did I let it slip out?

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

"...... Futa?
"Yeah, uh, what is it?
I'm sure you're aware of that.
Well, yes.
Did you have anything to do with ......?
I gave her some perfume to thank her for the other day.
Oh.

　His gaze sharpens, his voice lowers.

You gave her a gift.
"Uh, ......, Miss Lilac?
What is it?　I'm not going to tell you what to do with the money I'm giving you, but...
Oh no!　That's not what I mean!
What did you say at ......?
"Mr. Lilac, you see.

　--I'm not going to give you an excuse for not wearing it. But Futa himself knows that using that as an excuse is a bad idea.

　Why is it that Futa seems to have an undue talent for recovery in such situations?
　The answer remains unknown to everyone present.

"I was just thinking about giving you a ring, after consulting with Lord Lusgood!　I was just about to!

　The calm part of me wonders why I'm making this excuse, but it doesn't matter.
　The only thing that matters is that Lilac is in a fierce mood right now and it's my mission to do something about it.

"It's ......, huh?
I was thinking of keeping quiet until it was done, but yes!
No. Well, I don't mind getting along with Loosegood, as long as it doesn't lead to any strange complications.
I'll take care of that, I promise.
Well, then... Okay.

　Perfume and a ring.
　With that in mind, Lilac tipped her tea, as if she had no complaints. She is wearing a cool and calm atmosphere, but inside she is struggling with her own shallowness and is seriously considering how to put the woman in front of her into the noodle maker.

　The fact that I couldn't bring myself to complain to Futa was a point of annoyance.
　He was not at fault. The situation is what it is, and it is understandable that he would want to express his gratitude. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't blame the pimp for not being sincere enough.

But that's not the point.　About Spectacula!

　"You ran away.
　"You ran away.

　How could two smart people not understand that?

"You were proposing a two-on-two match?

　But there was no reason to drag it out.


　Today's meeting was to discuss the next martial arts tournament to be held in Spectakura.

　Lilac had taken some time to gather her thoughts on the format that Pasta had proposed.

　Now that he had some idea of what to do, he called her up.
　This is the purpose of today.
　Never--


　--The first and most important feeling you ever gave me.


　It's not to play with pasta.

Oh, song's over.
"You never learn. ！！！！！！！！！！！

　This is the original heavy rotation.

As for the format of the game, I'm torn between having it end when one of the players gives up, and having it continue even if it's two against one, with the referee making a firm decision on who gets eliminated.
Sounds like there's strategy in both cases.
Yes. There is no problem of appearance, so it is a simple matter of merit and demerit.

　Lilac seems to be rather positive about the idea of 2on2.
　However, due to the format of sword fighting, the fight would end in "surrender".

　But because of the format of sword fighting, the game is decided by "surrender.
　It would be difficult to continue the fight if you were told during the fight that you were out, but it would also be difficult to continue the fight if you were told during the fight that the fight was over. in the middle of a fight.

But it's too early to make special rules, isn't it?
Yes.

　And at times like this, the two of us are able to communicate eye to eye.

What do you mean it's too soon?

　Some pimps can't.

It's simple. This is only the second time. You want to attract attention with something new, but the novelty is limited to a half-step ahead at best. If it's too complicated to explain, the audience won't be able to swallow it yet.
"...... I see.
"But still...

　She laughs as she bites into a cupcake.

I know what you mean, Lilac. Just make sure the ending is to the satisfaction of the audience.
We can't take any unrealistic forms. I guess that's the difference between a businessman and a fighter. ......
"Well, I'll leave it to you. I've got my own things to do.
"Things?

　Pasta tells Lilac, who tilts her head.

"It's two on two. You'll have to form teams and register each team name.

　She was about to say that.


"Oh, team names?
"What's with the buzz?


　Lilac's eyes lit up.