Being swayed by a narrow carriage, Estella and I came to Forty.
　...it's really small. It's quite a difference from Demily's carriage, the lord of the Forty‐Ward. I have a pain in my butt.
　Well, I don't complain in front of him when he gets a ride.

"Narrow. d*mn it."
"...would you stop sitting next to me and complaining openly?"

　The owner of a narrow carriage is twitching his face next to me.
　It's unpleasant to think of a crowded train in Japan, such as touching my arm just by sitting down like this.

　On the other side, Estella sits in a single seat. Only three people can get into the carriage because the stairs are stored in the carriage.

　I wish Pompeo had sat over there. If it were Estella, it would be a bit of a pleasure to touch her skin.
　However, Estella is said to be sitting in the lower seat.
　It's the other way around and close to the door. Well, I don't know...

"But it's unpleasant!"
"Then you should have sat over there!"
"Huh!? What Estella are you trying to touch? Skebe! Perverted! A maniac of poor milk!"
"You're being rude! Call it "Pretty Milk," not "Pretty Milk!"

　... oh, this guy, I see... ...wow...

"...would you please stop the excitement of my subject?"

　Taking a knife out of her pocket, Estella glints her eyes.
　Oh my gosh! I can't avoid this narrowness. OK. Let's be quiet.

　After that we were quietly swayed by the carriage and dropped off by the sugar factory and parted ways with Pompeo.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"You're noisy!"

　I shouted at the van and was retorted by Pompeo, who looked out of the window. Hmmm, you've heard hell!

"We got close in no time... ...it's Jiro's specialty, isn't it?"

　Are you good friends? No way.
　I don't think I'll be able to share it with a breastless guy for the rest of my life.

"But your butt hurts a little."
"Well... then it can't be helped."
"...why are you trying to stroke me?"
"It's a kindness,"
"...I'm going to stab you said.

　Oh, my. I can't believe I can't accept the kindness of others... Aren't you narrow‐minded? ...and it won't go down, ketchy!

"What? That's unusual, sweetie,"

　I heard a familiar voice from behind.
　Looking back, I saw Percy, a raccoon with a batch remake around his eyes.

"Yes, eye makeup".
"Did you come all the way to fight, sweetie...?"

　Percy twists his face in a great way.
　What? I've come to see you, so be more amiable. Well, that's why the young guys these days...

"Yasilo... are you a pervert who feels s*xually excited about others' cramped faces? How much do you have to cramp them?"

　I've been badly labelled.
　I'm sure you're just twitching on your own terms.
　I'm just stating the facts honestly.

"And what do you want? Do you need sugar all of a sudden?"
"No, I have something to ask you,"
"I can't tell you my sister's private information."
"You are the only one who wants to know that,"
"Neferry's information isn't good either!"
"You are the only one who wants to know that! Or do you have so much information about Neferry?"

　How long has he been stalking?

"Then what?"
"Isn't there anything unusual these days?"
"No, Mr. Neferry, the other day..."
`You say you don't need any information about the Neferry!'

　He's working seriously, isn't he?

"Didn't you see any suspicious people near this factory, or something strange happen? Oh, except for all the palmro-related things."
"Aesthetica... do you have any commentary on it?"

　Like a source of strange things...

"Well, nothing in particular?"
"Any trouble?"
"Oh, very tranquil. I drive normally every day."
"Well..."

　Estella looks serious with her arms folded. After considering it carefully, he said this to me.

"I think we should talk to the person in charge of the factory."
"It's me, man in charge!? You're a pretty good guy too, aren't you?"

　Percy's face twitches at Estella's words.
　Estella... So, aren't you a pervert that makes you feel s*xual excitement on people's cramped faces?

　But Estella makes sense.

"All right, let's go see Molly."
"Percy, let me interrupt you.""Hey! Don't ignore me! The person in charge is here! I'm in charge! Hey! Listen!"

　Leaving the noisy Percy behind, we go into the factory.
　Most of the time, where is the person in charge of "fluttering back from the outside" when the factory is up and running? I suppose most of you have gone back to the 42nd leg and stalked me. It smells a bit like chicken. I'm sure it will.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Will the criminal reserve stay away from me?"
"Who is the criminal reserve, here!"

　Percy comes with it for some reason. I don't care, but this is what you are...

"Oh, sir?"
"Come on, Molly," I'll disturb you."
"Welcome, Mr. Jiro," And Mr. Estella, too."

　Since the restart of the sugar factory, I have had several opportunities to meet Molly. Smart Molly is very aware of us and shows us a friendly attitude, saying she's a benefactor of the sugar factory. She's such a lovely girl.
　I thought there were no animal features except triangular ears on my head, but I found a ball of flesh on my palm. It's a bit of a habit.

"Are you playing meatball again today?"
"Well, Mr. Jiro," That's s*xual harassment."

　He's adorable attention
　I think this slightly taller feeling is Molly's greatest attraction.

"Oh, hey, sweetie! Can you stop saying weird things to my sister?"
"Percy, who hurt his back a little because he hid in the shade of a tree for a long time, saying, 'If you can find it, I want to find it at this angle,' after studying the angle of hair and millimeters that you can see well."
"Can you not say anything strange to me?"

　He's a man with a lot of orders.

"Oh, brother... ...was there."
"Why, Molly!"
"Ah, the person in charge."
"Why, sweetie!"

　Now, the sugar factory is entirely Molly's. That's a relief! Now you can go to the poultry farm to marry your husband.

"And Molly," Can I ask you one question?"
"Yes, what?"
"Have you had anything strange or troubled lately?"

　At Estella's question, Molly shakes her head in thought.

"... would you mind working for me?"
"No, that's not the case..."

　It's not something that's started yet, is it?

"And it smells like a chicken."
"Oh, hey, Molly! ... don't say anything misleading." for he has done nothing so obscene."

　I don't think such a misunderstanding will arise.
　Perhaps it was because they kept hiding behind a henhouse.

"But, um... I might get used to this scent some time... well... I wish my brother could have a girlfriend! Whoa! I'm embarrassed!"
"You must be aware of it, your brother,"
"I'm really sorry I'm embarrassed".

　Ignore embarrassing Percy and get to the point.

"A suspicious man?"
"I see. Did you not see it, except Jiro and Percy?"
"That's why, Estella said. Do you have that note?"

　My case is lightly passed through.
　He's got this advanced through skill before he knew it...

"I can't think of anything in particular." At present, the factory is working without any problems, and the materials are supplied stably, and the products are sold at reasonable prices... there is no interference from anywhere."

　Not a problem at all, is it?
　Estella and I make eye contact.
　Estella seems to be thinking the same as me, but... I'd like some more information.

"Do you want to go to the Aliquis?"

　I asked Estella so, and Molly broke in with a small hand up.

"Oh, then, after this..."

　At that very moment, visitors came to the factory.

"Hey guys! The weather is so refreshing today! I'm so fine!"
"Me too! I had a really good apple pie yesterday."

　neck and tick They are the anteater brothers who produce sugar radishes.

"Oh! Look, neck!"
"Wow! I just saw something amazing, Tick!"
"That's -- if my eyes and memory are not crazy -- isn't it Mr. Tentoumushi?"
"Oh! That's just what I was thinking. It seems that you and I are both quite normal. I've been working hard for the past few days, so I've been a little worried, but the apple pie that I eat every morning seems to keep us in a normal condition."
"Oh, that's quite right. Apple pie is such a wonderful food. But do you know that there are two types of apple pie?"
"What!? Two types? What does that mean?""Apart from our favorite apple pie, a new kind of apple pie has been made in the 42nd leg."
"Wow, that's interesting. I'd love to try it."
"Then I know the right man,"
"Well, it's not calm, is it? Why haven't you kept quiet about such hot information until now? It's too bad for you, Tick."
"Don't be so angry, neck. reflect on oneself Something was wrong with me at that time? I should have told you at once. You're absolutely right."
"No, that's enough. But who is that person?"
`That's the ladybug there!'
"Wow! How are you, Miss Ottoman?"
"It's long!"

　What are you two talking about?

"'Mr. Tento-mushi,' Please feed me a new apple pie. "Please."""
"Are you guys still eating apple cutlet?"

　The apple pie they say is just a whole apple coated and fried, and it's hardly delicious.

"Shouldn't Pompeo have been taught apple pie before tart?"
"No, they won't go to luxury anyway. No matter how much money I earn, I'm not going to stop living in poverty."

　Now, the number of farmers producing sugar radishes is exploding in the 40th and 42nd wards. Many farmers are swarming around the promised new ingredients.
　These anteater brothers are at the center of the sugar concession.
　The anteater brothers have almost monopolized the know-how of seeding and growing good sugar radishes. …but… These guys were either good‐natured or genuine idiots, and they tried to scatter their interests easily to others.
　The price of sugar radishes would have plummeted and the market would have been destroyed by now if Demily, the lord of the Forty Ward, had not been careful and stopped the spread of rights.

　If profits don't rise, the number of farmers who produce them will decrease and the yield will decrease.
　It's necessary to have a system where you tighten it up and you concentrate your profits somewhere.

　And the Aliquis, who are supposed to have made a lot of money by making a profit... still live in a ragged house that is likely to fly by the wind, and have nothing to do with luxury.
　I've come to visit the Yodomari-tei once in a while. ...for the magda.

"Nappa!"
"Nappa!"
"All right! I'll feed you next time!"
"Yay! I'm going to treat you!"
"Pay me, you rich brothers!"

　Oh, my God. I'd like to ask if these two funny people are good enough to make sugar daikon, or if that'

"May I ask you a question, boys.
"Oh, all right," Fortunately, we are in a very good mood now."
"Ask me a question or two," Oops, but not three, or we'll run out of time to eat apple pie."
"Hey, tick! Nice joke!"
"Thank you, neck!"
"...can I ask you a question?"

　Estella is already looking tired.
　If you get involved with them, you'll need more endurance. perseverance

"Didn't you see any funny people these days? Except Jiro, Percy, and you?"

　Have you at last excluded the other party from questioning?

"I've seen a lot of strange people, but I don't think I've seen the kind of people you want to hear."
"Well, he's not a unique person, he's a suspicious person."
"Come to think of it, I hear there are stalkers in the 42nd leg these days."
"Why, that's a big deal,"
"Oh, that's about your benefactor,"

　I wonder how widespread the rumor is about stalking.
　Don't scare Neferry too much, Percy.

"Then..."

　Estella's eyes stare at me.
　Oh, I guess so.

　After all, my aim is to make cakes in the 42 wards.

　Ottomer's testimony, known as the dumb reptile, predicted that the target was cake, but he could not rule out the possibility that the target was "cake with sugar."
　If aristocrats were involved, the factories of the Ariquis and Percy, which produced the 'poor sugar', should have been damaged. But it wasn't.

　This suggests that the target is purely a cake of the 42 wards.
　This will completely exclude aristocrats from the suspect.

"I don't see any more information available in the Forty-Ward,"
"Well, I can't go to a gathering place for information."

　If only we could get a glimpse of the man who asked Ottomer to do the job, we would be quick to talk."I don't think the grounder will cooperate. It's a matter that may spark us later on.
　If you're not good at it, you'll be surrounded by it.

"Then I'll go to the luxury and get you a cab,"
"...will you give me a ride home?"
"Of course. You can go 'any round trip'."

　The tart recipe has been laid out in the hope that a series of troubles will be cleared.
　Then you have to take advantage of what's available.

　Say goodbye to the Parsee and head to Luxury.
　Sewage was also maintained in the 40th district, and the roads were neatly leveled while burying the soil dug up. There is no more rough road to walk on.

"It's become a good city, too,"
"There's still room for improvement,"
"Yes. Jiro may be suited to rule.""Don't do that. I don't want a position where you can just push the buck."
"If you think so, I hope you will reduce the burden on me a little. I always make unreasonable demands..."
"What are you saying?" It's the lord's job to be forced upon him, isn't it?"
"... well, that's true,"

　a nodding estella
　Our acting lord looks quite tired.

"If it's that hard, you can throw it at someone else."
"Who's going to take my place... that's what...!?"
"Huh? What is it?"

　a sudden stop to an estella
　He's staring at me with his eyes wide open eyes.
　What's going on?

".........nothing." Forget it."

　mutter and walk away from me. keep one's stride away
　What's the matter?

　I just told someone to throw a ball if the job is hard... Huh?
　Estella is the daughter of the lord, and the only person who can throw all her work away is her father, who is the lord. But the parents are sick in bed and can't throw a ball at all.
　If so... if I could throw him all the other way... if I could only have a future husband.

　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"... I don't understand what it means,"

　My muttering voice, I don't know why, was a little overturned.
　I don't know what it means. Oh, my gosh.

　I walked silently at the speed of a race and arrived at the luxury.
　There was a line of elegant ladies in front of the shop.
　It's as popular as ever.

"Oh dear,"
"That person..."

　As we approached the shop, some of the ladies in line turned their eyes on us. None of them were favorable.

"...what is it?" I'm whispering at people's faces... disgusting."

　If you look at me, I'll look away.
　What the hell is it...?

"Yasilo, let's go around behind the scenes."
"Yes,"

　Talk to Pompeo and let him borrow his carriage.
　I was about to go around the back of the shop.

"Did you come for reconnaissance?"
"I'm here to steal the secret of the cake,"

　That's what I heard.

　What are you saying, these guys?"
　Why should I steal Pompeo's skills?
　In the first place, the cake here's the cake.

"Old man!"

　Then I heard a voice calling for me in the distance.
　Is that voice Loretta?

　I saw Loretta running towards me at a terrific speed.
　The brothers and sisters over there are all so fast that they can't stand walking.

"Why, Loretta?"

　When Loretta comes right in front of me, she puts her hand on my knee and moves her shoulders violently up and down to adjust her breathing.

"Oh, Yodamari-tei......oh!"

　The words that were finally squeezed out make me feel as if I had been splashed with cold water.

　...the Yodamari-tei?

"Anyway, come back! The manager is in trouble!"

　Magda is out hunting today.
　Are you alone in Yodamari-tei right now?

"Estella!"
"All right! I'll negotiate with Mr. Pompeo to arrange it as soon as possible!"

　an Estella rushing out
　I tried to ask Loretta for more information until Estella returned...

"Oh, there's something going on,"
"Oh, my. That's a deal."
"I don't think it's the time to come here,"

　I won't say everyone is there.
　But there are certain people who will turn their backs on us.

"... brother.........what is this? It's kind of scary."

　Loretta feels the strange air that comes out and grabs me tightly.

　malicious intentions directed at
　But I don't know exactly what it is.

　...that's bad.
　I see... I completely forgot the possibility.

"Yasilo! I had a carriage arranged!"

　Take Estella back and leave quickly.
　The carriage will stop a short distance away.

"Yasilo, what's wrong?"
"I'm scared of your face".
"...this criminal may not be caught."
"What?"

　I tell Estella and Loretta, who roll their eyes together, the names of the troublesome enemies.
　Perhaps this time the enemy...

"It's an unconscious collection of malice,"
"'Mindless'...? What do you mean?"
"I mean... "yakamami."


　It's cheeky of the 42 wards to sell the same cake as luxury!


　a motive far from profit or loss
　It's simpler than Paula's opposition, and it's worse than that.If that's the cause, it's impossible to identify the culprit.
　have too little contact with us
　They found out about us on their own, and they felt antipathy... they went on a direct attack.

　The suspect looks down on the bottom 42 wards, including regular luxury customers.



　What we can do is... to defend ourselves.


　The great breakthrough of the 42 wards seems to have caught my eye... and my nose.