It's hot!
　What's wrong with you?

"What's going on?"

　wipe the sweat running down the jaw with one's arms
　This heat... I didn't even feel it in August... Where did you go to the city of spring?

"It's a very hot season every year, isn't it?"
"...Really..."

　It must have been a summer day at over 25 degrees Celsius, a midsummer day at over 30 degrees Celsius, and a scorching heat day at over 35 degrees Celsius.
If you believe in Forced Translation Magic, will it continue to be over 35 degrees Celsius?
　It's December, isn't it?

"When I feel this heat, I feel the end of the year."
"That's the way it is..."
"Yasilo, this is your first hot season, isn't
"There used to be times when I was like, "It's hot".

　When festivals were held, the temperature was good enough for yukata to be worn.
　When it's so hot... I don't want to stay indoors anymore.
　Oh, so Regina was out yesterday for a rare time.
　I knew this was going to happen, so I'm going to finish shopping while it's cool. Let me know!

"What are you going to buy?"
"Three weeks' worth of food and this and that at the end of the year."
"I'll have Assund bring it to you..."
"Well, let's go and ask Mr. Assund for some ingredients for the Yodamari-tei."

　Is it necessary to separate the store from the house?

"Here we go!"
"... whoop,"

　Jeanette pulls me out in the middle of the blazing sun.
　Good‐bye, Yodamari-tei.
　Good-bye, shade...

　The time is before noon.
　From morning till now, Jeanette has been preparing the dishes she serves in the store all day.
　Now Magda and Loretta alone will go round the store.

"Probably, the number of customers will decrease for a while. You're all busy preparing for the New Year."
"Isn't it easy to eat out at the end of the year?"
"That's all right as long as I can go out..."

　What?
　Is it too hot to go out?
　Stop it, seriously...

"Let's go to Mr. Assund first,"

　In the scorching sun, Jeanette pulled me to the main street.






　Assund had before he knew it he had moved his chapter to the Forty-two wards.
　It used to be located in 40 wards, but it seems that they moved here before and after the festival.
　They didn't rely on the Tolbeck contractor to start construction immediately.
　You wanted to come over here so quickly... Well, money is something that a quick guy can snatch.


"Well, welcome to you two,"

　Ascent greets us, wiping our sweat with a handkerchief.

"Oh, that's hot,"
"Huh!? No, no! Well, this isn't really it!"

　Ascent tells Jeanette to let go of her hand.
　No, Jeanette. It's about the temperature.

"It must be hot outside, go inside,"
"Ah......yes,"

Jeanette blushes her face after understanding the meaning of "Otsui
　Well, I don't rush into the dark, either.

　Guided by Assault, he enters the drawing room in the peddler's guild.
　...the air conditioner isn't working. understandably

　Jeanette and I sat down on a pair of cushions after being offered a luxury-looking leather sofa.
　Assund sits across the street and unfolds a sheet of paper with various items on it. It's kind of like a menu, isn't it?

"What can I do for you today?"
"Well, I wanted to get ready for the New Year."
"I see. How about soybeans?"
"Good. Soybean."

　Jeanette is telling Ascent what ingredients she wants.
　As for me... I can't do it anymore. It's so hot that I can't hear it.
　In this hot weather I lose my appetite. I don't care about food.........oh, that's right.

"Well, don't you have somen?"
"Yes,"

　There is!?

"I can get you some buckwheat noodles already. May I bring you some?"
"Yes,"

　Somen for summer fatigue. Surprisingly, however, you get bored quickly, so it would be nice if you had soba and udon noodles.

"Then, for now,"
"Very well,"

　Oh, I'd like to try Nagashi somen...
　Like chilled Chinese food...
Will "Cold China Started" finally make its debut in another world?

"Yes. How about sticky rice?"

　Assund is staring at me with a smile.
　Sticky rice.........you want me to eat mochi in this hot weather?
　Oh, but wild vegetables may be delicious. I just got wild grass.

"What would you do, Mr. Jiro?"
"Well, I'll take it,"
"Can you offer red beans cheaply now?"

　...what does he want to eat in this hot, hot weather?
　It's a Gaman tournament.

"How do you eat red beans?"

　Jeanette is asking me.
　No, no, no."It's the contents of Imagawa-yaki."
"Imagawa-yaki!? Give it to me! Assunt, give it to me!"

　No, it's a real bite... You didn't know that?

"If you boil pumpkin in red beans, it tastes sweet and delicious."

　Pumpkin on the winter solstice? ...and that's what I want to eat when it's cold.
　Is there anything more suitable for summer?
　For example, shaved ice.

"Well, is there any place where you can get some big ice?"
"Is it ice...?"

They look at me like, "What's this guy talking about in this hot weather?"
　I know, I know. I don't think you're talking nonsense.
　But you want to cool it down by putting watermelon or drink in a talai with shaved ice or something like that.

"I can't get it ready at once, but... if you give me about two weeks."
"Really!"

　We don't have refrigerators in this world, so we probably freeze them in the back of caves... maybe we can eat shaved ice in two weeks... do we want to buy them?
　No, I need a machine to scratch ice before that. The ice shaving machine... There's no syrup...

"Well, I don't mind,"
"Well, it's ridiculous to pay for things like ice."

　Smiling gracefully Assunto.
　He's changed, isn't he? I would have sold everything in the past.

"Well, I'll deliver these ingredients tomorrow -- at the latest the day after tomorrow."
"It must be hard in the hot weather, but please take care of me."
"No, no. It's business."

　That's great!
　I respect you as much as a midsummer mover. I can never imitate him.

"Oh, yes. I bought a lot, so let me give you a little service. Wait a minute."

　Saying so, Assunt hurried out of the drawing room.
　When I came back a few minutes later, I had a fan in my hand.

"Oh! Isn't it a fan?"
"Mr. Jiro, as I expected. with familiarity It was invented in the tenth leg."

　receive a Uchiwa fan and stir it up immediately ... oh, it's cool.
　Jeanette moves her fan after me.

"That's true. It's very pleasant."
"I'll give you that,"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. It's not very expensive in itself. I'm always going to give it to those who have helped me. You two are the first."

　It's a rare and convenient item, so they seem to be planning to hand it out to their customers.
　That's how you've come to be conscious, too.

"Then, Assent,"

　I'll give you one piece of advice in return for the good present.
　I point to the paper on the fan and say.

`Write down the advertisement for the peddler's guild here on the fan.' That way, it can be advertised to both the people you use and the people you just saw. It's even more remarkable if it's rare."
"It's the same as the Yangdalitei shirt."

　Well, that's the way it is.

"I see... Is it an advertisement effect?" No, this was a blind spot. It seems that we are still no match for Mr. Jiro. Can I use that idea?"
"Oh, use it, use it," I don't have any pain in my pocket."
"Well, don't hesitate,"

　Assund is smiling. I'm sure you're thinking about what a more effective advertising phrase is in your head.

"Well, then, we're going to do it,"
"Where are you going again?"
"Yes, I'm out today."

　Under the blazing sun.
　I was melting into the disgusting heat, blowing wind down my neck with a fan.

　Is this fan made of bamboo? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Do you buy this bamboo from the flower guild?"
"Perhaps so,"Yes. I don't know the exact way to get it. It's outside my jurisdiction."

　It is a fan made of bamboo procured from somewhere by a craftsman in the 10th district.
　Assent nods without knowing the manufacturing process. I won't tell you exactly where to get the ingredients.

"Are you going to make your own fan?"
"No... it's not like that, but..."

　I'd like to have a somen dish for nagashi somen. But I won't tell anyone about this yet.
　I can't stand the odd expectation.

　For the time being, should we provide any information that you don't care about?

"It's good for your health to step on blue bamboo."
"What?"

　Jeanette then turns her eyes to her feet.

"...I can't believe I've absorbed some ingredients from the soles of my feet..."
"Can you do that?"

　Do you have a mouth on the sole of your foot?"There are a lot of acupressure points on your feet, and when you stimulate them, they can get rid of the waste in your body."
"Is that so?"
"You're like a lump of waste when you're standing up."
"Well, I don't know what it is... I think I've just been told badly."

　Jeanette gently puffs up her cheeks.

"On the soles of your feet... acupressure points? It's not going to hit you."
"All right, Assunt," Get your feet out."
"Foot? What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to give you a foot massage."
"Oh, my God! I'm afraid you'll give me a massage!"

　Don't be respectful. It's kind of disgusting.

"Jinnette, why don't you try it?"
"What!? Me!"
"I'm also a little interested in it, and if it's going to be a topic of conversation, I'd like to see it with my own eyes for reference."
"And, but..."

　Jeanette closed her knees tightly and lean shyly.

"It's dirty, and..."
"Oh, water and a towel! And bring some aroma oil too!"

　When Assund called out, a janitor, who would have been standing outside the drawing room, promptly brought water, a cloth and aroma oil in the tub.
　There's aroma oil.

"Then your shoes..."
"Who!? You're going to do it before you know it!"

　Assund became interested. I'll do it so easily that I can get knowledge from Genet.
　Jeanette, who takes off her boots as they are washed away and puts her bare feet on a tub filled with water.

　I wonder what... have a strange throbbing sensation
　I feel like I'm watching Jeanette take a bath.

　There's a splash of water and Jeanette washes her feet.
　Hey, Assunt. Don't look too hard. I don't like the prospect of something going down.

"Well, then... uh... Mr. Jiro,"

　He slowly pulled his feet out of the water, looking away from me.
　Jeanette's face was red.

"Thank you very much, sir,"
"Oh, my!"

　I'm afraid... Why are you so nervous, just touching your feet? Are you a middle school student?
　It's a foot. It's just a foot. There's no such thing as
　All you have to do is grab it and say, "You're already dead." ...but I wouldn't die.

　All right, it's all right. I'm quite relaxed. I'm not at all.
　I picked up Jeanette's foot with a relaxed gesture, without worrying about anything in particularly.

"Yuck!"
"Wow? Sorry!"

　What's this!? Something's wrong with me! What's this!? Something's wrong with me!

"Yes, soot, I'm sorry," It was a little ticklish...."
"Oh, oh, yes," I know. It's my first time."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"You've never had a foot massage! Anyway, Jeanette is the first in the 42nd leg!"
"Well, yes!"

　Foot pressure massage!
　Foot pressure massage!
　Now, let's start the foot massage!

　a sofa‐seated Jeanette
　Before that, get down on one knee, stand on the other, put a cloth on the standing knee... gently place Jeanette's right foot on it. On the left, it sits on the boots you took off from the pail.

"Oh, um... I'm kind of... My heart is pounding." I can't believe I'm turning my foot on Mr. Yashiro... ...I'm sorry...

　So why do you all respect me a little bit?
　I'm an ordinary swindler around here, right? I've just destroyed the organization.

"Then I'll start, but if it hurts, I'll tell you."
"Yes, yes, yes,

　Jeanette twists her lips together.
　...what is this atmosphere like, 'I'm going to s*xually harass you from now on?' Because it's a massage? It's a healthy thing to do.

"Oh, uh... Mr. Jiro...."

　Jeanette sounded flustered as she tried to press her thumb against the arch of the foot.
　When I looked at him, he looked a little tearful, and his eyes were on the edge of his eyes.
　Then, in a voice full of courage, he made these demands.

"...kindly...do it, please.

　--squeak!

`Oh, my God!'

　...you.
　Isn't that all right?
　It doesn't have to be a mess, but it's out now!
　What's that line that came out at that timing? Are you aiming for it?

"Oh, my God! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!"... I'm sorry?"
"Huh!? Oh, oh... I'm sorry..."
"All right..."

　You've made my heart flutter for nothing. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"It's supposed to be done with this strength so that it doesn't hurt too much.
"Ah......uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...huh...huh!"

　Don't gasp!

"Well, both of you... at home at night..."
"That's not the act! Massage!"

　Ascent looks away and uncomfortable.
　Oh, come on! Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on!

"Oh, but... when I get used to it, I'm sure... yes, it might feel good."

　Jeanette says with tears in her eyes.
　...that's all I can see now.

"Don't you have any pain?"
"Yes, it hurts when it's strengthened, but if you can moderate it, please.

　Finally, Jeanette smiles again.
　I mean... I'm just touching most of the time. I'm not at the level of pushing. ... Jeanette, isn't it a lot of waste?
　Do you really want to make green bamboo steps?

"At first it hurt a lot, but now Jiro is so good that I feel better as much as it hurt."Yes, yes, yes!? Yes, I want to.Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

　...so, my dear fellow. You didn't do it right? You chose that line?

"... Uh... Mr. Yashiro bullied me...."

　Jeanette is weeping as she triangles on the sofa after massaging.
　If you point to the soles of your right foot, it's rubbing. It seems that the pain won't go away easily.
　I left my right foot closed with just a touch of it. It's dangerous to do it in public.
　Well, why don't you do it in my room this time? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"But did it hurt so much?"
"Yes, as much as the earthenware pot hit the top of the head..."
"...so?"

　The metaphor is somewhat vivid. This is a real experience, isn't it?

"It hurts because I'm unhealthy. I feel so good when I'm pushed."
"It certainly seemed a little exaggerated,"

　When he giggles, Assund laughs, and Jeanette puffs up her cheeks, perhaps a little offended.

"Then you should try it, Assunt! It's definitely painful!"

　Gennette is rare, too.
　However, Assunt looks relaxed.

"Excuse me... Mr. Yashiro is not a muscular and powerful person, and just by pressing him lightly with his thumb, he can't help but exaggerate it a little..."
"Well, assent. Sit there and wash your feet."

　Huff... You don't seem to know. How many entertainers who licked their feet on TV were in agony.

"No, I don't mind... you can't get any interesting reactions?"

　That's what we call "neta furi."
"It won't hurt at all."Ouch!?" You know the comedy.

　Jabbing and washing your feet much more violently than Jeanette.
　Like Jeanette, she sits on the sofa and puts her right foot out at me.

"... there's a food called 'pig feet' in my country."
"Why now?"

　Think it's not a pig's foot.
　Assund's legs were those of ordinary people. This will make it easier to push the pressure points.
　I'm just wondering what to do with a hoof.

"I'm a little nervous".

　A shallow assent rests his weight on the back of the chair.

"It's absolutely painful,"
"Ho-ho... I don't make as much fuss as Jeanette."

　Assault is easy.

"Then if you make more noise than Jeanette, give me a discount on the ingredients I ordered to-day."
"Yes, I don't mind," But I'm not going to do anything so wild as to make a fuss."
"I'll do it fair," I swear to the Spirit."
"Well, then, I'm relieved."

　Hey. An unhealthy looking guy like you can't make you cry even if you do it fair.

"Well, let's go."
"Yes, please."

　--squeak!

`Piggyah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　On a fine, very hot summer day, pigs chirping????

"Ouch, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
"I think you're just pushing it lightly with your thumb, you know,"
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

　a thumping assent on the sofa

"Ginnett, hold your ass down."
"Well, I don't want you to get hurt."Jeanette listens to me honestly and presses Assault's shoulders against the sofa.

"What!? Stop it! Don't hold it down!"
"But it's dangerous,"
"The devil! The devil! Are you!? Do you have anything in your mind about the past!? What a horrible, horrible person, Jeanette!?"

　push the arch of the foot from outside to the center with one's thumb There's something like a crunchy streak, so you massage it with your thumb.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I laughed earlier."Oops!"

　I've got serious tears in my eyes, and I'll let you go, though I'

"Ah……………………………………………………………………………………"

　Assent leaning heavily on the sofa and violently moving up and down the shoulders.
　He glances at me and looks at me with tears in his eyes.
　And he said this in a grudging tone.

"... now... Mr. Jiro... is violent."

　I'm glad you didn't handle bamboo.
　If there was a bamboo here, I would have cut the tip diagonally and stabbed you with certainty.

"Well, give me a discount,"
"…………………………………………………………………"

　Tired as if he had been tortured, Assund nods.
　They said we couldn't see him off, so we went out and left the peddler's guild.

　...I wonder what he was doing here after all.

"I'll give it to Mr. Jiro next time."

　Jeanette, who is still in a bit of a bad mood, tells me with a vengeance.
　Oh, give it a try.
　I'm a good foot warmer.

".........make time next time you have time."
"...what?"

　Yodamari-tei is free only at night.
　That's where I told you to make time.........

"Oh......oh......oh......well, in due course,"
"Yes. ... In due course."


　Well, I think too much... ...that's right, isn't it?


　We walk down the main street in a very delicate atmosphere.
　The sun is still high above the sky, and the sun is pouring in relentlessly.

　That's probably the reason.

　The reason I'm sweating so strangely right now.