"This time... I'm very sorry... I'll never do this again."

　early in the morning
　Becko is kneeling down in front of the store.
　Genet is in a daze watching it, but I don't care at all. You can do it on your knees or on your knees.

"Well... what on earth happened?"
"I only talked a lot about confidentiality yesterday."

　Leakage of information can destroy large companies at worst.
　The slightest hint of leaked information can cause astronomical losses.

　In particular, with regard to the things that Becko was making this time... if they had gone somewhere else, the Yodamari-tei would have lost an immeasurable amount of money.
　What's more, the reason why the kids fell in love with their lord was almost ruined. The expulsion of the Forty‐two wards was not enough to be tolerated, and it was a very serious event.

"Why are they all there?"
"Huh!"

　Becko holds out her luggage with her head on the ground, like a criminal who is thrust out before a magistrate. ... I'm not that angry, so don't be too afraid.

"Look up now,"
"But... my man, I can't forgive myself..."
"Everyone, raise your hand!"
"Ah!"

　He gave me a lift. What? Is it built in with sensors from the Edo period?
　Also, "Ha!" is when you fall down? You don't have to say "Ha!" when you raise your head.

"Well, I don't know if Imelda will break my lips in spite of me."
"No, this case was caused by my lack of understanding. Mr. Imelda has nothing to do with it."

　Becko is an imelda filled with new cakes and secret work.
　Perhaps because of his belief, he will not give up all responsibility. ... by any chance.

"Are you the type of Imelda?"
"Hahaha!" You're joking. I'm hungry, aren'

　No, I'm scared! Oh, it's that painful!?
　That's very rude, isn't it?

"I'm a woman as modest as Mr. Estella and Mr. Magda, my sister and Mr. Molly, the corn-farmer, and Mr. Sheryl...!"
"It's very smooth,"

　Sheryl is five years old, you criminal.

"And what on earth is that package? I think you have heard that it teaches and unravels the greatness of the lord.
"No, it's not such a noble thing?"

　Where and who did you talk to?
　Do you think I'll say that?

　Well, it's enough to get rid of those kids' preconceptions and make them think they like their lord. It's a joke.

"Good morning!"
"Good morning... What's the matter?"
"Oh, here you are,"

　At the right time, Theron and Wendy come to the Yodamari-tei.
　As soon as he arrived, he was pulling out of his way to Becko, who was kneeling down.
　Why are you with me, Wendy? Why are you with me in the early morning? What? Are you with me? Are you selling fights with me? I was with a woman until the morning, and she was screaming after screaming, and she had no romance!? Explode! or lose her eyebrows! Collapse!

"A nasty fellow,"
"What!? No, hero!? We're like...!"
"Yes, I only accompanied Theron as a light, lest he should fall on the dark road."

　What about a man who uses her as a light?
　If I were Wendy's father, I'd beat her off, "Do you think you're a flashlight?"

"Did you ask Theron to do something?"
"Ah! Becko and Theron," This is a project that cannot be successful without the cooperation of the two."
"Ah, Mr. Jillo! How could you depend on me... ...to cut my stomach in gratitude!"
"Stop it!"

　I'm not happy at all if you cut it!

"Theron is amazing......heroes can't believe you're going to rely on him.
"Because of your support, I was discovered by a hero... by you."
"Theron..."
"Wendy..."
"Are you kissing me!"
`Wow!'
"What!"

　Baekho who doesn't understand the atmosphere is the best! Good job!
　Jeanette was staring hard at me with her face red.
　Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

　...I mean, don't be happy to be relied on by me. I don't know if I'm being exploited.

"By the way, Theron,"
"Yes,"
"Is it going to be dry?"
"If you keep in contact with the outside air, it's a little... However, it has been improved to be soft and sticky again if it is kneaded with water."
"I see. I'll be saved.""Oh, thank you!"
"That's why I exaggerated!"

　a seron bowing at right angles. Wendy is bowing along for some reason.
　Well, she's a good girl. I wish I could explode, but only Theron.

"This is the actual article."

　Wendy said, offering a crate the size of a mandarin orange box.
　-- oh, I think it's quite heavy... ...but the Insects are also very strong."

　Theron supplements the content while Wendy drops the crate to the ground.

"As you said, they are wrapped individually in small portions of about 25 grams."
"I see. I'm sorry I asked you to be troublesome."
"I'm afraid! To make a hero bow... I'm sorry!"
"So don't do that!"

　Am I a dictator!?
　And you bow your head, Wendy!?

　The artisans who complete and bring what I requested on time and apologize.
　...what is this scene? Am I a bad guy?

"I beg your pardon, will you carry all this to the kitchen?"
`It's 'Yes, `

　The three of them compete with each other, carrying heavy loads and walking into the kitchen, guided by Jeanette.
　...I wonder why I'm so liked... ...even though it's strange.





　After the early morning bustle and finishing the morning routine, Yodamari-tei opened again today.

"I wonder if it's okay... will they accept it? Our flag..."
"Well, don't worry so much."

　Estella, who joined us at the church, looked very anxious today.
　This guy has a weak mentality.
　Well, get ready. It's probably going to work.

　Whether it's sunny or rainy, or Estella's sinking, time flows equally at the same rate, and the human life cycle in this city is also regular, with similar people coming to eat almost every day.

"Ah! Magda, today is a real angel!"

　This time, let's not talk about the guy who has nothing to do with it.
　I was busy working for some reason when lunchtime ended and this time came. Yesterday's parents and children gather one after another.

　Now it's time for a game. I wonder if you'll bite me well...

"Welcome to Yodamari-tei,"

　Jeanette begins serving mothers and children who come to the store.

"Then I'll have a daily meal and a child's lunch for her."
"Very well, sir. Mr. Magda!"
"... of course,"

　Called by Jeanette, Magda approaches the table with a large box. Jeanette goes down to the kitchen, replacing Magda.

　The box Magda brought was as big as a cardboard box, with a large outlet at the bottom, and just like a small vending machine.
　I mean, it's like a downsized vending machine.

　The internal structure was so complicated that I almost thought it would be terrible for Becko to copy it, but it was a punishment for leaking the information that I made. I spent half a day yesterday making something pretty good.

　The small vending machine had three levers, one of which was pulled down to drop the flag at the lower outlet.
　It's closer to the old Cosmos than to the present.

　From now on, we'll use this small vending machine to get kids to choose a flag for their lunch.

"... press it."

　Encouraged by Magda, the kid pulls down the lever of the small vending machine.
　Then a flag in a case popped down at the outlet. You know, I'm just going to put it in the pilaf. You have to keep it hygienic.
　Incidentally, we will collect this case as much as possible. It's a cost cut.

　Well, I wonder what flag came out...

"Oh! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "

　The kid's expression clouded over.
　What the kid drew was the lord's flag.
　It's a slap on the wrist! Great boy!

"...that's quite right!"

　Magda rings the handbell with a clink.

"Huh? Huh?"

　In a sudden situation, the kid looks around hurriedly.
　You must be confused by what happened until yesterday.
　A kid like that immediately sensed the next movement and looked at it with a "Oh my gosh."

　At the sight of the kid was Loretta.
　Hearing the sound of the handbell, Loretta walks to the kid's table with a box full of small bags.
　Now Loretta takes over for Magda and stands in front of the table.

"The lord's flag is a big hit! Congratulations! I'll give you one of my favorite bags!"
"Really?"

There's no kid who doesn't like being told that he's a hit.
　The eyes in the store...especially the eyes of the other kids are focused on the kids that caught the eye.
　I guess everyone is curious about what's in the bag.

"Then this!"

　A kid with a bag in his hand holds it over his head proudly.
　The children of the other guests flock together.

"Let me see!"
`Quickly!'

　In a hurry, the winning kid opens the mouth of the bag.

「――？」

　Out came a square wax mold made by Becko and hard-to-harden children's clay developed by Theron.

"What is this?"

　The winning kid is leaning his head slightly and asking Loretta.
　Well, I guess you don't know how to play.
　Here's my turn.

"Oh! Good! You're so lucky!"I'll stroke the kid's head and give him a refreshing smile.
　I was a little frightened.
　Well, well. Not really? I don't like kids at all, so I don't have a problem with them.

"This is a toy that the lord gave you for your children."
"'Toy?'"
"I'll borrow some,"

　With the consent of the winning kid, I start kneading paper clay.
　It's outrageous to play clay at the table, so I don't usually let it go, but the first day would be nice.
　Well-kneaded clay increases its softness. They push the softened clay into Becko's mold. I pressed him from behind, and then slowly removed the mold... ...the clay was horse-shaped.

````` `Sigh!''

　The kids bit at me.

"Besides horses, there are dogs, cats, foxes, crocodiles, and so on. There may be things that aren't animals."
"'Hosh!'"

　All right. For the time being, toys have worked.
　It's something the kids want unconditionally. That's the toy.

　But toys are difficult.
　If it's too simple, the kid won't bite, and even if it's complicated, he'll avoid it.
　Actually, I thought I would let them make miniature figures of animals, but then I would have to paint them.
　Becko had a talent for painting, but she had no time to spare. Colouring also requires time to dry, and above all, preparing paint takes time.
　It's not a convenient world to sell paint to stationery stores. You have to create your own combination of colors. I didn't have time to test it one by one.

　I asked Milly to prepare some bamboo for me to make a bamboo dragonfly, and I thought of using wood to make kendama, but I didn't even have time to tell them how to play it.
　You have to go outside to make a bamboo dragonfly. Kendama is difficult to make.

　Clay was really convenient when I thought it was time-saving and simple to play with.
　Not to mention the simplicity of kneading and pressing, it's easy for a kid to make complex animal models. You'll be enthusiastic about it.
　The good thing about this is that we don't have to paint.

　"More than anything, it saves time and, to put it bluntly, is perfect for ""free creative activities that maximize your child's creativity."""
　You can paint whatever color you like. It doesn't matter whether the horse is red or camouflage.
　Perhaps this could lead to the creation of future artists among them. In that case, I'd love to ask for a large donation to the dining room. I'm no better than my biological parent, for giving me the opportunity.

　Another big advantage of this is that you can play with clay as many times as you want. play till one gets tired of it Then, after you get tired of it, you discover a new way to play.
　That's innovation!
　Oh, what a good thing I'm doing now! It is no exaggeration to say that I am now creating the future development of the Forty-two wards!

"Clay will be sold whenever you go to the brickworks. If you have a lot of moulds, you can exchange them with your friends. It's up to you to decide how to use toys. Play hard!"

　What a twinkle the eyes of the kids looking up at me...

　Don't you think I can guess a lot about educational materials?
　No, I don't want to.

"Come on, come on! Come back! It's mine!"

　The winning kid stretches out his arms and wants a mold and clay.
　You want to do it, right? You want me to do it, too, right?

"The lord's flag is a hit. If you win, you'll get this!"
"Mama! I'm also a kid, Lunchy!"
"Oh, I want to!"
"I want a horse!"

　Kids scatter around the tables and make a desperate attack.
　The first day service has a large proportion of landlords, but it's not that easy, is it?
　You'd better ask me over and over again and again!
　And the mothers should also say, "I feel sorry that only our little ones didn't get hit! Let's go every day until we get hit!" Now! Loosen the purse strings for our cute kids! Then, eat delicious food and go home!
　Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Oh! It was a marine guild!"
"Hahaha! I'm not going to win! Look!……………………Torbeck!?"
"Poop! Next, me!"

　Kids flock to small vending machines.
　Magda is handling the surging kids and lining them up in order. He's a cool guy. I can't believe those unregulated kids are listening to meekly without colliding with me... oh, isn't it breast power?

"I've done it,"Oh, my God! Oh, my lord!"
"Really!? Show me!"
"Oh, my dear fellow.
"Really, lord!"
"Oh, my God!"
"No!"

　The kids jeer at each other like little lions.

"Look, look, look, look, look, Jillo!"

　Estella says in a tearful voice as she slaps me on the shoulder."The kids are jealous of the lord."
"Okay. I can hear you. Don't pat me on the shoulder! It hurts me a little bit!"

　Estella's face crumpled and wriggled to see how excited she is.
　So, my shoulders are pounding.

"Yasilow!"
"What!"
"I love you!"
`--?!?'
"Thanks to you! I'm so happy! I'll be able to work confidently in the future! Thank you!"
"... oh, oh,"

　You're not usually very honest, are you? Don't say such a terrible thing. How should I react? ... well. And I didn't notice it.
　... I'll pick on you again tomorrow... I'll never pick on you!
　I'll make you as embarrassed as my face temperature now!

　Jeanette stared at me in agony, unable to say anything like that.
　He seems to want to say something, but he won't talk to me. That's quite the case.
　As a punishment for yesterday's Jiro missionary work, they banned Mr. Jiro from working all day today.
　If you want to call me, call me "Yashiro" or "Hey" or "You."
　As a result, Jeanette is unable to speak to me today.
　It's painful that you seem to ignore it, but you've got to feel a little pain. I don't want to have that done again.

　Kids are swarming around the new mold. The new model seems to have been a condor.
　He seems to have driven a wedge into the small gap he kept in his mind yesterday. The small gaps became holes, and the holes gradually widened... and smashed the rigid stereotypes.

　Among the children, the lord was upgraded from a bad guy who tormented his parents to a good one who gave him toys.
　Sparkling on the back of the candy sticker or the character card makes me feel very excited. In other words, it would be nice if such a rule were established among the kids.

"The lord wins" = "You can get toys" = "He is treated as a hero among the kids."

　Now that such an equation has been established, the lord's popularity will be immovable.

"Thank you! Thank you, Jiro!"

　Estella, sobbing with tears, hugs me, caresses me on the head, and slaps me in the face. How excited are you... ...have you been really struggling for the last few days...
　Well, can I make it sticky today? Human skin acts like a tranquilizer when you're feeling rough.k.a. state of mind.

　Estella looks like a cat.
　At first he was very alert and never missed a chance, but now he is showing his true feelings. If you're a cat, it's as if you're lying down with your stomach full.
　You've been very fond of me, haven't you?

"Oh, my God!"

　Jeanette stood in front of me, teased by a catified Estella, with a serious face.
　...what? It's a really cool atmosphere, but...

"Ah...."

　swallow at the suggestion of But Jeanette, determinedly, took a deep breath and... said something outrageous again.

"You!"

　...the world froze.

"Honey, um, it's amazing! Palm... you made everyone smile." I think that's really great about you!"
"... Hey, Jeanette..."
"Yes! What is it, honey?"

　......is this on purpose or natural?

　When I was going to point out the dangers of what I said, the kids started making a fuss.

`Just like when I called him!'
"Are you married?"
"Is it love?"
"What!"

　Jeanette gives a strange voice to his words.
　No, it's not "Huh!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Oh, no... no, it's not! Uh, it's kind of... you know, you're always getting along with Estella... you know, I was kind of lonely... that's all!"

　Jeanette dashes into the kitchen with her hands on her face.
　And he dropped another bomb just as he was leaving, you know."

　The air felt heavy, and I looked sideways... Estella was holding her hand against my shoulder.
　What are you going to do, this air?"
　When I asked him that question with my eyes, he replied, "Don't ask me."

"Mommy..."

　The kid who created such a disturbance utters a final word.

"Are you having an affair?"

　Point at Estella and me...

　Who taught you these words to a little girl?


　Soon after, Estella ran out of the restaurant shouting, "That's not it!" and I ended up being forced to do all the service afterwards.

　Did I do anything wrong?"
　You worked rather hard.
　And yet I was convinced at this time that God would not see every good deed of man.