It had been a few days since the day the idiot reptiles stormed the Yangdang Pavilion.

　We have a trial today.

"Defendant, Pompeo,"
"Wait, boys!? What the hell did I do?"

　an impromptu court created by moving the seats of the Yodamari-tei into a U-shape
　The defendant in this courtroom is Pompeo, the owner chef of Luxury, a famous restaurant in the 40th district.

　In the Yodamari-tei, we surround Pompeo.
　On the right hand side of Pompeo is Jeanette, on the front is Loretta, Estella, Delia, on the left is me, and on the back is Paula.

"What are you saying? Isn't it rude?"

　a woman‐loving Pompeo So, with a little bit of umaro, I was lured out saying, "Don't you want to see the interior of the restaurant that Oira renovated? I'll make it possible for you to see the interior of the restaurant," and I kidnapped her just before I arrived in front of Yodamari-tei. in a peaceful manner

"Do justice peacefully."
"Isn't the means already wild?"

　Pompeo, a handsome man who is about to step into Dundee, distorts his face.

"Let me go now! I'm the most respected person in the 40th district!? Do you think you'll get away with this!? It'll be a war!"
"No, the Woodman's Guild is the best,"

　So I guess Tolbeck is second.
　Don't you just look good on noble girls?

"Luxury is the face of 40 wards! When asked about the specialty of 40 wards, everyone would say it's my shop's cake!"

　That cake is what I taught you.

　Recently, I heard that the shortcake I taught you is enjoying tremendous popularity in luxury.
　It's sweeter and cuter than the brown sugar bread in the past, and the girls are crazy about it.
　I wish I had kept the margin.

"I have come all the way to the Forty-second Ward to show you the interior of the restaurant which Mr. Umaro has worked on! I have no time for you to care!"
"Oh, that's here,"
"What!"
"This restaurant has been completely renovated by Womaro,"

　...in exchange for two months' free food.

"No wonder... I thought the air was delicious."
"Isn't it quite appropriate for you?"

　The air tastes good in the countryside.
　-- for the better part of the Forty-Ward!"

"And what the heck is this, and why should I be treated like this?"
"Listen to your heart!"

　Suddenly, the voice of a spirited dog-eared beautiful girl comes flying. It's Paula.
　Paula, who had been listening in silence until now, seems to have been filled with anger, so she thumped on the table and stood up.

`It's no use, you know!'
"Well, calm down, Paula. or I'll give you milk."
"Hoot!? Da, no! Oh, my heart is... for special people only... Not yet."
"What kind of s*xual harassment are you saying?"

　Even though Paula looks cute and embarrassed, Estella interferes with her words. You don't even have milk to dig at...

"You don't even have milk to dig at..."
"I can pierce you! It might be a little difficult to rub... ...what are you going to make me say!"

　Oops! My thoughts seem to have slipped out of my mouth.

"Why on earth have I been brought here?"

　Pompeo looks at this conversation with a strained face. He looks as if he wanted to go home as soon as possible.

"Ask your breast,"
"My heart! My heart!"

　Paula complains by banging her chest. ...the gesture looks pretty good, "Jump into my breast!"

"I have no recollection of it. I have done nothing to make you feel bitter about me."

　Slapping himself on the chest, Pompeo declares in a steady voice.
　... a similar gesture, but I don't want to jump into his chest. not a bit

"...just so,"

　Even though he is a man, his long eyelashes slowly fall and Pompeo's eyes are gazed at.

"If the cake in my shop is so delicious that I'm taking away my customers, I'm sure I'll have no choice but to be blamed."
"Oh, my God, my God. The customer base is not at odds with each other."

　Luxury customers are mostly aristocrats and wealthy people.
　In that respect, most of the Yodamari-tei are ordinary people. We never lose our customers.

　Well, I think he's got even more polish on top of that, isn't he?
　Do you remember the time when I used to 'cake' brown sugar bread.
　Even if you're pretending to be high‐class, what you're using is what the aristocrats call "poor sugar."
　That's why the aristocrats are more pleased with it. I'm sure you can't tell the difference in taste.

"May I ask you a question, Mr. Pompeo?"

　Estella stands up with a dignified look and walks forward to Pompeo. Then ask seriously.

"How do you see the Forty-two wards?"
"I'm out of the picture,"

　Pompeo responds in a relaxed, confident tone.

"My shop doesn't sell cakes. They offer an elegant time to eat cake gracefully. The high-class atmosphere of my shop is not something I can do to imitate, and the customer likes my shop because they know it."

　...but the service isn't good enough.

　However, there is a big sign that says, "A shop where aristocrats gather." The very act of 'going to luxury' becomes a status. As Pompeo says, it's hard to imitate."I'm not interested in what kind of cake you make. I just keep serving my cake."

　That's a pretty good opinion.
　I think it's only those who have this kind of thinking that can pull themselves out of the crowd. An unwavering belief is worth it alone. People's beliefs can easily be shaken by a little anxiety.

"In the first place, it is impossible for me to go all the way to the Forty-second Ward without Mr. Umaro's invitation." That's what the Forty-two wards are for me."

　Pompeo insists that he should be proud, unflinching, and unflinching.

"I see. Thank you."

　To put it short, Estella turns her heel.
　Then he huddles up to me and whispered in his ear.

"You look down on me,"

　The murmured remark was neither angry nor obsequious, but simply joked with a wry smile, "You're in trouble."

　That's the 'normal' nature of this city.
　Lower wards are looked down upon unconditionally.
　As Pompeo said, you may not even look at it.

"So the line 'Pompeo tried to destroy his rival' is..."
"I don't think so, in this way,"

　exchange glances with Estella
　But I wasn't seriously suspicious of Pompeo, I was going to destroy each possibility. It's just that, from circumstantial evidence, the most suspicious thing was that it was a bakery in another ward... that is, a luxury.

"Hey, Jillo, do you mean that bad guy?"

　Paula comes with an angry shoulder.
　Then, as Estella did earlier, he huddles up. Are they burning their rivalry against Estella?

`I can't trust him at all,'

　There was a clear expression of dissatisfaction in the words uttered in a low voice.
　Well, there's nothing I can do about it.

　It's no exaggeration to say that Cantaltica is everything in life for Paula.
　They're always doing their best in cooking, management and service.
　Paula probably can't stand the mud on it.

　Anyone who gets their precious things dirty will be cut to pieces.

　In a straightforward analogy, it's like when I saw my colleague Chara-o teasing a quiet girl who was pure and comforted just by looking at her. You feel the will to kill me. If you try to make fun of yourself for something like light s*xual harassment, you'll have to use any dirty trick to get rid of it socially.

　I can understand Paula's anger when I think about it.
　But the trouble is... Paula's anger has shifted from the muscles of the bug uproar to the mastermind behind it, and now to Pompeo, who is "somehow suspicious."
　If the conjecture were true, it wouldn't be a problem, but….

"He was bad when I taught him cake, wasn't he?"

　Paula used to be there when we introduced cakes to Luxury in order to spread sugar, but she didn't seem to like Pompeo from that time on.

"Why don't you go into luxury and make it impossible to do business, and then you won't be harassed like this because you're no longer a rival?"

　Paula snuffs and says something ridiculous. It's an unquestionable way of speaking, believing Pompeo to be the culprit.
　I don't think I've been able to make a cool decision ahead of my liking it.
　I've got to get this right.

"We would be more of a scoundrel if we did such a thing,"
"But I tell you to look into your eyes..."
"Wait a minute, Paula,"

　Estella raises her hand to stop Paula, who tries to raise her own argument.

"As long as there is no evidence that luxury is the culprit, we must not forget that we are in a position to ask for cooperation in investigating."
"But... I'm so suspicious of her. Her eyes are obscene."

　Pompeo is a complete villain in Paula, isn't he? pitifully

"You can't use the "Judgment of the Spirit" for anything suspicious?"
"Well... yes, but... well, yes, yes,"

　Perhaps Estella's point was conveyed, but Paula withdrew quietly, albeit slightly dissatisfied.

　Now, if you ask Pompeo, "Are you harassing the Forty-two wards?" and deny it, you'll find out the truth at once.
　If you become a frog, the culprit will be Pompeo, and if you don't become a frog, Pompeo is innocent.
　However, the "Judgment of the Spirit" is not something that can be used recklessly.
　It's the same for threats.
The Spirit's Judgment is a weapon that instantly robs the other person's life, and is like a pistol, if you can easily understand it.
　Even with 99 percent suspicious suspects, don't let your gun point at you.

　I want you to think about it. If my friends and neighbors imagine him as a dangerous person who points a gun at me as soon as something happens... I'm sure he won't be able to live properly.
　If it's a business like a restaurant, it's all the more true.

　I understand Paula's feelings.
　If the most suspicious partner is a guy you don't like... I'm sure anyone will decide that he's the culprit. And they'll think of sanctions any time soon.
　That's why you have to be careful.

　It's a roundabout affair, but we have to deal with it step by step.
The Spirit's Judgment is a trump card. Trump works because he cuts last.
　If you flit around from the beginning, you'll be shuffled when you're at it.

　What happens if the trump card I set up ends in failure...

The difference between "spiritual referees" and guns is that they are "avoided" if they don't tell lies. And being 'avoided' means that the other person's 'innocent' has been proven.

　Of course, there is a possibility that the words were taken badly. The system of judgment of spirits is surprisingly perforated.
　But how many of them could never use the "Judgment of the Spirit" that once failed?
　If you thought you could avoid it again... there would be very few people who could do it.

Do not abuse the "judgment of spirits."

　Too strong an attack will go round and round and strangle you.

　Therefore, it is advisable not to use the word "Spiritual Judgment" recklessly.
　In the first place, they have rarely used the Spirit's Judgment. for fear of its power, its efficacy, and its consequences.
　And it can be said that this city continues to go around peacefully and peacefully because of its fear.
　There's no way that even the general public can maintain a world of random gunfire.
　"However, I cannot deny the feeling that my use of the power has diminished my resistance to ""spiritual judgment."""
　If that's the case, I'll have to tell you exactly what to do here.

　Too strong a weapon destroys itself.
　He that doesn't know it, drowns in force.

"First of all, Paula,"
"What?"
"Leave it to me,"
"...yes. I will."A smile drained Paula's face of a bit of venom.
　I guess you understood my feelings without telling me.

"I think Jillo will do something about it, and I shouldn't disturb him."

　No, I can't expect too much.

"Well, I'll do it enough to keep a funny fellow from loitering around here."

　To that end, I've got to find out what's behind him.

"Is that all right with me?"
"Well, I don't think it'
"Of course. I can't afford to lose to a restaurant where only the interior of my restaurant is outstandingly wonderful.

　He only complimented me on Umaro's part, you know...

"And that's the end of the story?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you going home?"
"No, take a good look around the shop!"

　-- how much do you like, um... ...the umaro?"

"Before that, Mr. Pompeo," Would you like to try our new product?"

　Jeanette walks up to Pompeo with the "new product" she had stocked up on this morning.

"New product? What is it?"
"It's a fruit tart. The sweetness of the custard and the acidity of the fruit combine to make it very delicious."
"Well, this cake powder..."

　Hey! Don't say too many things.
　Tarts are a deep, noble cake.

"Well, it would be interesting to have a bite of it."

　Immediately after throwing a piece of tart into my mouth, Pompeo opened his eyes and crowded in front of me. Grabbing both hands tightly, the handsome face comes close enough to touch the nose. ... scary, scary!

"Shall I teach you how to make this?"
"...you...."

　I don't care what kind of cake we put out, and I don't think we'd serve our own. . . .

"I beg your pardon... oh, again." It's a great success."

　Just as I began to think of kicking away the approaching Pompeo, Assunt came to the Yodamari-tei. with good news

"I've found you. the iguana man."
"Really?"
"Yes, Yashiro's portrait is amazing. I had a reputation for being a living likeness."

　Ascent says, admiringly, showing off my stupid reptile likeness.
　I'd had Assund listen casually to stupid reptiles in his spare time at work.
　The reason why they avoided the muscles of the bug case was because they pretended to cover up their identities cautiously.
　I'm sorry that I've done you a disservice.

　But dumb reptiles will be all right.
　He is such a careless fellow. I'm sure they're always behaving in a similar way.

　As expected, he immediately put out his tail.

"My name is Ottomer," He is one of the grounder guilds whose base is 40 wards."
"Is there such a thing?"
"Oh, no, no," I don't have any. officially."

　By formalizing... by informal means.

"It is an informal guild formed by people who cannot belong to any guild. But... sadly, they don't seem to have any trouble with their jobs."

　I have no trouble with my work. In other words, there is no end to the number of people who give money to such a grouper and ask for requests.
　Speaking of work that I would ask of Gorotski...

"My main job is harassing me like this time."
"Well, they don't have guts. You can't do a responsible job like guarding the city or guarding the streets. They can only use their bragging power to bully the weak."

　But there's no end to the number of people who bring in requests, right?
　This town is rotten behind the scenes, isn't it?

"But it's strange,"

　Estella gazes into the air, picking a jaw. I think I'm trying to remember something.

"Well, that naughty reptile... Excuse me, was he Ottomer? He must have said, 'I was walking down the street, and suddenly a stranger approached me.'"
"Now that you mention it,"

　Estella's words made me realize something strange.

"If they form a guild, wouldn't the request come from above?"
"They're outcasts because they can't follow those rules."

　In other words, you're doing whatever you want.

"I'm just swarming around in a similar place and getting money by doing the same thing. Occasionally, I get dumped by powerful people and take group action. That's the level of their connection."
"You look like you're not connected enough".

　Estella shrugs her shoulders.
　It would be impossible, I suppose, to hold the representative of the grounder guild accountable for the scandal committed by the idiot reptile.
　In a way, they're the perfect people to do evil.

"Are you a lizard tail cutter?"
"Oh, you know... Iguana's tail will be in trouble if you cut it off."

　Jeanette says, holding up her hand timidly.
　No, that's not what I'm talking about. So, I'm sorry, but... can you keep quiet for a moment?

　The bottom line is that it has become difficult to raise Ottomer's scandal and get his client to throw up. If the request was made without going through the guild, no one but Ottomer knows the client.
　And even that Ottomer describes his client as a 'unknown guy.'

"I'm in trouble,"
"Well, I don't think I can talk to my client and let him quit."meet Estella
　This is the case. How do I get the hang of it?

　Our winning bid is to ensure that restaurants and residents in the 42 wards are never subjected to unfair harassment by the Gorotski guild.
　If we can't identify the source, we can't help but guard the whole city...

"We've sent a lot of vigilantes to work on the street gates... and the security in the city is running low now."

　The establishment of the street gate can be said to be the destruction of the outer walls of the town.
　In this 42 wards, where walls face forests full of demons, a mass dispatch of vigilantes is essential. If anything should happen, the city would be destroyed in no time.

"Do you want me to help you? I think Magda and Norma are quite useful."

　Delia tells me that.
　I don't think I could beat most of the demons if they were all together.

　Both the beast and the grounder guild have to wait patiently to see whereabouts.
　We can't bring these three people to the table at once. It's a tough match!

"Well, what's wrong with Magda today? I can't see her."
"Mr. Magda, it's hunting day."
"Is he hunting?"
"That's Magda's business,"

　Jeanette answers Delia's question politely.
　Once the street gates are completed, Magda's burden will be greatly reduced.
　That's why I don't want to put the vigilante to another task to work on.

"Well, that grounder guild is always doing bad things, can't you get in here and destroy it?"

　To Paula, who seems to be a mass of justice, it seems right to do so.
　Evil ought to be destroyed...

"It's going to be a war, then,"

　Estella says with a wry smile.

"It's not only the 40th leg that has a grounder. in almost every ward."
"But this time you're against me in the 40th leg, aren't you?"
"No, that's not enough."

　Estella explains the dangers in an easy-to-understand way for Paula to understand.

　The connection between the grounderies is certainly thin, and even if someone is caught by some vigilante, they will stick to their ignorance. 'I have nothing to do with it said.
　However, if the vigilantes started to launch and destroy Gorotski... I'm sure they would unite and start attacking the vigilantes and the lords who took action.
　If that happens, the grounder, which had only a weak connection, would be combined to form a large force.
　In any case, for the most part, tomorrow is my life. They'll fight like mad.

And once a power is born, it is hard to be in a state of hopelessness. It's better not to stimulate badly."
"...what is it?"

　It's frustrating, but there's no alternative but to do so.
　We don't have the power to clean up corruption in this city.

　The best we can do is defend our city.

"For now, let's go to Forty Ward to gather information."
"Well, if Ottomer was asked to do so in the 40th leg, there is a possibility that his client is also in the 40th leg... not without it."

　Well, it's not without it.
　If I wanted to hide my identity, I might ask Gorotsuki from another district... I can't say anything about it.

"Pompeo".
"Yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum..."

　I'm not eating, but tart...

"You came in a carriage, didn't you? Can you give me a ride?"
"You, my dear fellow...
"I'll teach you tart".
"You must make as many round trips as you like,"

　Well, that's not... Oh, that' Then I'll give you as many round trips as you want.
　Let's take Pompeo's carriage with us when we go to Forty Ward in the future. Yes, yes. I took my word. I won't let you say no.

"But my carriage is small." We have only two more to go."
"Is it small?"
"I'm not a nobleman,"

　Well, it's a big deal to have a private carriage.

"Well... there's no space..."

　I look around the members and choose who to ride with.

"Then you're the only one, after all,"

　He patted Estella on the shoulder and looked at her.

"Saving less space."
"...it doesn't matter what space it is?"

　a fist‐clenched estella
　What a joke! I can't say…. Because I'm going to be turned into a frog.


　That's why Estella and I decided to go to Forty Ward.
　Well, the harvest will be small.