12 12 Huuta is playing with the maid! (1/2)

--Midnight. Royal Castle. Private quarters of the First Princess Lilac M. Fangini.

Lilac was alone in the bathtub with her mouth under the water, lost in thought.

”You're the 'unemployed' swordsman, Huta ......?”

Gently close your eyes.

Lilac had been analyzing her profession for some time.

”Each profession has its own strengths and activation conditions.

Most ”professions” encourage a singular focus of talent.

For a swordsman, it's not about being strong, it's about fighting valiantly.

It is triggered by a struggle with another person.

If you are a chamberlain, you are in the service of others.

The triggering condition is the object to be served.

If you are a manager, you have a ”broad understanding” of your business.

The triggering condition is the business to be managed.

Each person was supposed to be happy in his or her assigned ”occupation.

Lilac didn't like that.

Man is not a slave to his ”occupation”.

”You are only human if you use the talents you gain from your profession.

That's why he was impressed with Futa's mastery of swordsmanship even though he wasn't a fighter.

And one more point.

Lilac had long been interested in the ”profession” of ”unemployed”.

As the name implies, it is a profession that is considered to be a dry run with no talent.

Is that really so?

”It's not that there is no profession. You were given the job of ”unemployed” for a reason.

Then surely there must be some talent lying dormant there.

That was Lilac's conclusion.

There are very few stories of ”unemployed” in action, so it took a while to find the reference material, but now there is a living ”unemployed” in front of him.

I'm not sure what to make of that.

I didn't tell ...... Futa that.

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

For Lilac, a routine of thought.

The most fateful thing was that you, who had worked so hard without knowing anything about it and gained so much power, and I, who saw the potential in being unemployed, met.

He unknowingly used his ”unemployment” to hone his own abilities.

Now, if only I could find that talent myself.

I'm sure you can help me change the world.

He smiled a small smile.

So, I'm sorry Futa.

--I can't let him go. No matter what it takes.

--The royal castle. The visitor's bedroom.

It's not much bigger than the princess's room.

In a room with enough room for a maid to run this way and that, the dull sound of cutting wind echoed monotonously.

Bump, bump, bump.

You can do the same thing for three or four days and never get bored.

While picking up some fruit from the side table, Corona rolled over on Futa's bed and watched him absentmindedly.

The main man in the room, Futa, was wielding a large wooden sword, a fixture of the castle, over and over again.

This is what we call pretending.

That's what hobbies are all about, right?

There are some people who do that.

So, Corona, do you have any other hobbies?

It's hard to speak when you're pretending.

This was the first time Futa had learned this in the past few days.

”Maids have plenty of hobbies.

Why do you have to pause every time you say it?

I'm going to hold my breath and mimic you for no particular reason.

You don't have to do that.

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

I'm not sure what to do.　I'm not sure what you're talking about.

I'm sure you're not the only one.

The maid's job is with Master Futa, you know. I'm sure you've got a lot of time, but a maid who works hard and diligently doesn't have any freedom. Yoyo!

I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one.

I'm sure you're not the only one.

”Master Futa, Master Futa, this muscat is delicious.

Well, good for you. ......

Don't you want some?　It's delicious, come on.

I glanced at it and saw that there was only a small piece of fruit hanging from the end of the almost naked stem.

Did you eat it all?

”Don't be stingy!　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it'll be fine.　And...

Don't call it crunching. ...... And?

I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

There is a last resort, you know. ......?

”Final ...... wait, I don't have to tell you I have a bad feeling about this.

”When I cast a maid's spell on this stalk, the maid's stomach...