--Inside the King's Castle, Futa's private quarters.

"Maidoo!

　The maid who jumped into the room with great energy that day was the fun maid who pulled the breakfast wagon.
　After a light morning workout, Futa exhaled and turned around to see her diving into bed on her own with an innocent smile on her face.

"Hey, hey!
I'm getting chipped.
What's with the ......?

　What's wrong with me? Futa was worried that he might not be feeling well, but he could guess the reason by looking at the wagon.

This is ...... quite a lot of food, isn't it?
Yeah. It was a lot of work bringing it in!
You should have told me, I would have picked you up.
I can't let you take away my job as a maid!　That's the way it's gotta be, right?
"Oh, yeah.

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

So let's get started.
"Oh... I think it's a little too much, so don't overdo it. It'll be my lunch.
Oh, no, you brought it all the way here. I wouldn't do that.
I see.

　So you start eating.
　Meat, meat, meat. And the maid's homemade stir-fried and baked dishes with lots of vegetable ingredients. And bread.
　As she said, it was a lot of food.

"It's not too much to eat!
"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself.

　The maid blurted out while flapping her white socks on the bed.

"But you know what?
Huh?
It's unusual for Corona to make so many portions.
You know... Even maids have their limits.
Limits?
Yeah. It's okay if you measure it out and then poke out the little bit of meat that's left over. The maids don't like that, so they take the liberty of pulling Futa-sama's meals out of the foodstuffs they send to the princesses.
I see. If there was a small amount of meat left over from that, they were cooking according to that amount of meat.
Oh. You're really starting to get it now, Futa-sama.
That's because you're a good teacher.
Tee-hee.

　She smiles shyly, and we laugh together.

So I didn't have to do anything crazy. ......
It was delicious.
Seriously?

　"It was delicious." - "Really?" Futa finished the meal completely.
　In fact, he thought it was a bit more than he usually ate, but that was a minor detail.

And it's just as well, because I was planning to start training harder today.
"Ah, the Bujin Guranguri.
Martial arts tournament. ......
There's not much difference!
No, we have to respect Master Lilac's name. ......
That's what it is, anyway!　He's just saying, "Martial arts tournament ......, cool ......" or something like that!






"Huh?






Pfft?
"Uh, .......

　Before I knew it, the door was open .
　The cool voice, only now it was like a blizzard sending cold air from the outside world.

"Really?　I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear that.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!

　One step. Another step.
　You'll be able to find a lot more information on this subject in the following article.

　Futa closed his eyes quietly.
　A state of resignation.
　If you want to shield Corona here, that's fine too.

　Lilac's icy gaze pierces Corona.

　Corona, filled to the brim with tears, cried out.

"Then tell me you're lying!

"......
"......
"Is there ......?



　Huta opens her eyes as she realizes that the cold air is gone.
　Corona tilts her head as she realizes that there is still life in her.

　The cheeks of the girl standing in front of you are slightly red.

It's a bit of a misnomer to say that it's a fact, yes, but it's also true that I don't have enough material to completely deny it.

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

You're such a good boy, Futa-sama.
What's wrong?
I'm sure the maids have a point.
...... I'm not happy about it, but I think so too. Really? ......

　The name "martial arts tournament" was apparently given by Lilac herself, based on her own naming sense.
　This is where one trivia comes in, and you can literally get your head around the nonsense.

"Oh, ......, Lilac-sama.
"What's that?
I like Lilac-sama's naming sense. I like the name Lilac-sama, at least more than "Bujin Guranguri.
What?

　When her own idea was rejected, Corona tried to grab Futa, only to realize that she had been holding onto his clothes the whole time and hurriedly let go.

　Lilac, who was watching the whole thing, finally regained her composure.

"Well, of course.

　She didn't take it back.
　This is a confession at this point.

"By the way, Lilac.

　Futa hurriedly tried to change the subject before she noticed the fact.
　The pimp's tearful sense of balance shines through.

It's very early for today's meeting, what's going on?
Oh, that's right.

　I have a meeting with my girlfriend scheduled for this evening.
　I'm not sure if it's because I have an urgent matter to attend to, or if it's something that just popped into my head.

I just need to confirm a few things for the second martial arts tournament.
Confirmation?
Yes.

　Lilac nodded, her expression already back to normal.
　Futa was relieved to see Lilac's usual beautiful and strong appearance.

As you may know, the second tournament will be a tag team match.
"...... Yes.

　Yes.
　The Orba Chamber of Commerce has announced that the second tournament will be held soon, and the word has spread throughout the country.
　Those who couldn't make it to the first event. Those who couldn't make it to the first one, and those who are eager to see the second one.
　This tag-team match was designed to appeal to a variety of audiences and to keep viewers interested.

　Based on the idea of pasta, various preparations have been made.
　Many entries have already been gathered.

　King's Landing is becoming more and more crowded as another festival is about to begin at Spectacular.

　And.
　Futa is very excited about his training, but there is one problem.

Have you found a partner yet, Futa?
"............ No, not really.

　Yes. No one is willing to work with him.
　That's true.
　At least, not Izuna, Prim, and Arawn. Like Lilac, their goal is to overthrow Futa.
　The others had already chosen their opponents, and Futa was completely left out.

　Pasta, for example, had already given up and said, "Why don't we just do commentary together this time? But that was not enough.

　But that was not good enough.
　Futa has his own reasons for continuing to participate in the tournament.

　I'd like to find a partner somehow, but...

"You see, Master Lilac is .......
I'm not sure what to say.　Are you kidding me?
"Yuck.

　That was a terrible way to be rejected.
　It's very hard to bear, even if you know that you've been rejected to team up in a martial arts tournament.
　The fact that he said it with a puzzled look on his face made it even worse.

"Hi, Princess ......, Futa-sama is out of the question ......, poor thing .......
I'm not sure that "out of the question" is the right word. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.　It's not like I'm a futa who doesn't understand that.
...... You're right, yes.

　I'm not sure what to make of it.
　I'm not sure what to do.

"Futa-sama, Futa-sama, Futa-sama!
What's wrong?
The maids will work with you.
Thank you ............. But I can't put Corona in danger like that. I'll just accept your kindness.
Boo.

　If Corona were to get injured during the game, Huta would be out of the game at that point. It was a natural dismissal because he was sure of it.


　The maid looks very unhappy, but there's nothing you can do about that.

I don't know. ...... something, something, something!
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.

　It's the same old, same old.
　Lilac also smiled thinly and said.

"If I don't find it in the next five days, I'll only do commentary this time.
Seriously?


　This is the first time I've ever seen this movie.