a clear and refreshing morning
　Estella sits in front of me with a big smile.

"Yasilo, which do you want to hear first, good news or bad news?"

　This is a church.
　It's time for our breakfast, as well as our usual donation.

"Just tell me the good news."
"The children went out of their way to deliver letters to us saying, 'Thank you always, Ryoshu.' I'm so happy and happy."
"And did you happen to...?"
"Why is it like I kidnapped a young child?"
"If there's a cute little girl, share it with me."
"I can't separate it!"
"Are you going to monopolize it!"
"I won't! I didn't kidnap you!"

　Bump on the desk and Estella snuffed her nose.

"What's the good news about that? I don't feel happy at all."
"If I were in a good mood, you would feel lighter, wouldn't you?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm not linking you and your spirit. Whether you're happy or sad, it doesn't affect you at all."
"Oh, yeah, yeah."

　Estella's expression clouded at once after she said it in a cheerful voice.

"... well, that's just right," Take the bad news, lest I should be dragged down by my downer's feelings."
"I'm saying I don't want to hear it." Let him have as much fun as breakfast."

　Turn on your side and don't listen to Estella. Make an appeal.
　I really don't want to listen to this heavy story, because it makes me feel depressed.

"Hammaro~ Come here~"
"Hummallow?"

　Estella beckons, and Hammaro comes over here.
　You don't recognize it, but you come.
　Incidentally, Loretta has joined the church since a few days ago, and his younger brothers, including Hammaro, are accompanying him.

"Hey, Jillo,"

　Estella hugged Hammaro from her back and held a butter knife to her neck.........hey!?

"If you don't listen, you'll hurt her face."
"You're stupid, aren't you?
`Oh, my God, my life!'

　What is he thinking!?
　Didn't you take a kid hostage at church or drop him somewhere in your brain?

"It's a butter knife, so there's no danger. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "
"Oh, my God, the hostage, the bread!"
"All right, all right, let Hammaro go..."

　Bertina's coming for anger. He's an educational mama, unexpectedly.

"Mr. Estella,"
"Oh, Sister Bertina!? Well, this is just a little joke..."

　Look!
　I'm sure Bertina can't allow him to play hostage even if he's joking."

"Butter knives are not meant for people. It's a licking thing."
"It's not something to lick!"
"Hmm. I'm kidding."

　Is this not a lie, but a joke?
　Well, I don't mean to turn Bertina into a frog."

"But don't do bad things about children, even if it's a joke." It's dangerous to imitate."
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"No. Estella has a lot of things, right? If anything happens, please feel free to talk to me."
"Yes, thank you very much."
"Anything will help me... Mr. Jiro."
"Hey, my dear, you're a big eater there."

　Do you listen to me?

"Have a quiet meal, please,"

　Bertina leaves, leaving no compelling note.

"You got in trouble, didn'
"And why are you complaining to me? You've got your own fault."
"Oh, I'm really upset~ I can't believe it's going to happen~"
"Oh, I got it! I'll listen to it. I want you to listen to it deliberately. Stop appealing. It's depressing."

　She looks happy, Estella straightens up and sits down again.

"... well, that's a very bad story..."

　The smiling face disappears in an instant, and another dark expression appears.
　He's a guy whose expression changes rapidly, really.

"The construction of the street gate has been temporarily suspended.
"What!"

　What's that!?
　Nothing would have been the first priority, in the 42nd leg of this time!

"Actually, a powerful beast was found outside the outer wall."
"That's the way it has been,"
"...not really,"

　Magda interrupts me and Estella's conversation.

"…a group of males protecting a single female. It's a new form."
"We have decided to call it a "swarm"

　Bees and ants may be like that, but they are rare among demons.
　I see, Swarm... "A flock."

"A week ago, Magda caught Bonakon when the strange Golotzki occupied the Yodamari-tei."
"Oh, it was delicious,"It was quite a big shot, and we all hung out on each other.
　I've been helped to get rid of the grounder. We had a big bona‐con party in honor of it.

"Then Magda felt something strange about the forest,"
"…the movement of the beast was biased. There were also scattered marks of intense territorial strife that destroyed the forest. This is unusual."
"And when I sent the vigilante to investigate..."

　Did you find a swarm?
　You must have been scared a lot. The vigilante here is a group that lags behind the grounder.

"And what are you going to do?" If there was such a thing, we wouldn't be able to keep building a street gate."
"...I don't mind. If you knock down the female, the swarm will be dismantled naturally."
"So... who's going to do that?"
"I asked the Hunting Guild,"

　says Estella, stroking Magda's hair.
　Estella has been caressing Magda's head a lot lately. I don't touch my ears because I don't have Magda's permission... I guess you really want to fluff... Estella, you said you like cute things before.

"Mr. Damare, the head of the hunting guild, was enthusiastic. They said they would organize a unit and respond as soon as soon as possible.
"Oh! That sounds like a lot of excitement."
"...because Magda hunted Bonacon."

　Magda says with a cold eye.
　Oh... I mean, you're thinking about being left with good points by Magda these days, and you're frustrated or ashamed... you're a little man, Usse Damare.

"...so I'm not the manager of the branch."
"Hah. That's harsh, Magda."

　Estella pats the last bit of her ear to catch the opportunity.
　Ask me to be honest. "Let me fluff up." Then Estella says back, "...in exchange for 'flapping'," and says, "I can't accept that kind of exchange!" and refuses. That's the usual course of events.

　Wait a minute.

"Is the Hunting Guild in the Forty-second Ward a branch?"
"...headquartered in 41 wards."
"There's a street gate," Isn't it natural to have a base in a place where it's easy to work?"

　Indeed. I wonder if the Woodman Guild has its headquarters in the Fortyth Ward. Imelda says many members of the Woodman Guild are at the level of living in a luxury neighborhood over 20 wards.
　But he is in Forty to mainly use the Forty gates.

　The hunting guild is the same, isn't it?

"And why do you have branches in the 42nd leg?"
"The Forty-two Woods are home to demons,"
"Ah... there was one, I'm sure enough.

　There's a silly cat-like beast that's been playing around with all its might after being preyed on by insectivorous plants... in the past I don't even want to remember.

"...very occasionally, demons break over the outer walls. In the woods outside the Forty-Second Ward, there are dangerous demons that can do as much."
"And do you have a branch set up to protect the city?"

　That means they're getting a lot of preferential treatment.
　Why are you acting so important?

"I think I've talked about it before,"
"Is that so?"
"I should have told you one thing about the Forty-two Wards,"
"I'm sorry, but I'm a very forgetful person. I'm the type of person who only wants to remember what I'm interested in."
"... well, I'll explain it to you every time."

　I'm being looked upon with great annoyance.
　Don't look at me like that. That's embarrassing, isn't it?

"Well, that's why we're going to stop working for about a week."
"Will it be over in a week?"
"They're professional hunters. They live up to your expectations."
"... Usse Damare has a bad personality but a good skill."

　Well, if Magda says so, I'll trust you. There's no other way.

"Will Magda not participate?"
"...I was told not to come."
"You don't want Magda to do any more credit, do you? Not a little."
"…that's the case, too." But the 'red shimmery, shiny guy' can drag his feet when hunting herds."

　"When the opponent is united, ""Red Moya"" boasts unrivaled strength, but after using it, the reason becomes ineffective for a while due to severe hunger, and enters into the ""Barserker"" mode."
　Surely, a majority-to-many ratio may be a little tricky. Well, it's up to the commander to take control of it, but... it might be a little threatening to those who hunt for their lives."

"Well, that's not it. The right people are the right people. Magda can hunt bonacons by herself. It's just that it's not suitable this time."

　Somehow Magda seemed to feel down... I said that.
　Put your hand on Magda's head instead of Estella.
　As I softened my ears, Magda came to my waist.

"... I'm not depressed,"
"Well, then, let's give them flowers."
"...a high sight,"
"Well,"

　Every time I muffle my ears, Magda snuggles around me.
　He seems to have been quite concerned.
　For some reason or other he is proud to be a member of the Hunting Guild.

"...I hope so,"

　Estella is staring enviously.
　I don't think you want to...

"Well, Magda," They want to get rid of Estella."
「…………」

　He looked up and turned to Estella.Estella then makes the most of her friendly appeal with a big smile.
　Magda, however, was not so sweet.

"...in exchange for a "cracker"."
"Where are you going to pick and twist!"

　...and beyond my imagination... ...Magda, she's a bottomless girl.

　I mean, I mean...

"The street-gate is a problem, too."

　I glanced at the ginet.

"Oh, I'm in trouble! I'm in great trouble! Oh, I wonder if anyone would listen to me."~Sparkling~"
"Hey, Loretta... I'm in the way."
"Is it too much of a hindrance!"

　I'm looking at Jeanette, but Loretta interrupts her vision and continues to radiate her aura. What do you want to do?

"Mr. Loretta," Is there any trouble?"

　Jeanette speaks to the noisy Loretta.
　Jeanette, just learn. Loretta says nothing but useless things at times like this, doesn't she?

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Manager!"
"Yes, what is it?"

　Jeanette has a caring smile on her face, but... she looks kind of tired.

"The manager is not doing well, so I'd like to try to make him said.
"What!? How am I?"
"Oh!? This was a guy who shouldn't tell the manager directly!"

　... Hey, come on!

"Oh, um... do I look so depressed?"

　Jeanette looks at us anxiously.
　To be honest, I don't look well.

　The truth is that recently we have had strange visitors to the Yodamari-tei.
　It's like... a very disgusting customer who can see and hide malicious intentions.
　It's not a direct malice like the grounder, but...

　After driving the grouse back, there was some peace in the Yodamari-tei.
　The usual customer shows up, makes a fool of himself, and goes home. That's all right.
　The problem is the 'outside customers' who have slipped into it.

　2 to 5 groups of unfamiliar customers a day. A group of about two or three people come to the store and order cakes.
　And as soon as the cake came... he laughed with his nose.
"Look, this... this... this is really... it's kind of... it's kind of... isn't it?""The choice of plates is a bit... You know?"--that's the case.

　But nothing more will be done.
　I don't hesitate to pay or make difficulties.

　I'm just going to leave with an appeal that I wasn't satisfied with.

"...are you still there, you know..."

　Estella is whispering to me.
　Estella must have been concerned because she had only met her once.

　Jeanette always puts herself in the shoes of her customers, thinking about what they think, what they want, and what they should do to be happy. I'm sensitive to that sort of thing.
　That's why I'm confused by the behavior of the 'customers' these days.


　Even though he hates it so much, he comes all the way to the store to complain...you don't understand why.


　There's no way I can understand it.
　It's the people who don't understand the obvious reasons why they're doing it.
　It's just that I don't like it.
　Then, 'I feel better if I don't say a word of complaint.'

　In short, I guess you've got your nose in the air.
That's why I don't like the slightly noisy Yodamari-tei cake, even though it's far from our favorite luxury.

　"This ""somehow"" is tough, isn't it?"

　Everybody can't find the words to say, and they go silent.
　There's heavy air around us.

　Jeanette pretended not to care, saying, "There are many kinds of customer preferences, too," but from the perspective of the people around her, she was clearly depressed.

"Loretta,"
"Yes..."
"Why are you so depressed?"
"Because... I actually wanted to surprise the manager and cheer him up... but I was so excited... ...I failed."

　Loretta is also sensitive to the subtleties of other people's emotions.
　He must have fizzled out of his desire to do something about it.

"Stupid".
"Well... I'll reflect on it said.
"That's not the case,"

　Gently stroke Loretta's head and force her face forward.

"Genet's guy must have gotten a little better."
"He...?"

　As Loretta looked, Jeanette had a feeble but softer smile.

"I'm glad that you think that way, that's all," what?"
"Yes, Mr. Loretta. Thank you very much."
"Well... the manager,"Yes!

　Loretta dives into Jeanette's chest and buries her face in a bluish fluffy breast.
　Wow!? Good!?

"Jinetso!"
"You can't do it, palms!"
"What!"

　Estella's relentless grip on my collar made me choke and cry like a frog.
　If my head falls off with "Collan!" you should throw it at me responsibly with "New face!" . . . . .

`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, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
"Are you all right, Mr. Jiro?"

　Oh, my God. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Yes, Mr. Jiro. It's water."
"Beltie, go, go, go...
"Here, stretch your back and drink water slowly... yes, calm down... yes." Well done."

　Bertina pats me gently on the back. The touch was so gentle that I felt somehow warm in my heart.

".........stopped.""Sisters have always been good at this."

　Jeanette says happily.
　Jeanette herself must have been saved by Bertina many times.

"May I have a moment, gentlemen?"

　As usual, Bertina begins to speak in a quiet voice, straightening up.

"There's nothing we can do about liking and disliking. If you try to force it to change, there will always be a collision. Accept it, accept it... but if you can't, distance yourself. There is absolutely nothing right, but I would like you to make the best choice."
"You mean you can't try to let us have our own way."

　Bertina smiles quietly at Estella's words.

"Genet".
"Yes,"
"Some people will say harsh things. But there are so many people around you who think well of you."
"...yes,"
"People tend to worry more about harsh words. It must be remembered because it hurts my ears. But... don't miss the words that say you like you. The person who cares about you is the one you should take good care about. Please be careful not to lose sight of the important people around you, trying hard to escape the pain of the moment."
「…………」

　Jeanette closed her eyelids for about ten seconds, thought hard, and then reopened her eyes... quietly nodded.

"...Yes. Thank you."

　Their large eyes were full of gentle light.

"Mr. Jiro,"
"What?"

　When asked, Bertina just turned her smile on her face and said nothing.
　Oh, really? I mean, that's it.
"Please take care of Jeanette," you mean.

　In other words, I have to reply in words.
　I dare not put it into words to create a situation where I don't have to do it.

　You may be able to see through me too.

　I still can't proudly say, "Leave it to you."

"Well... What are you going to do? Leave it like this?"

　Loretta glances at me, burying her back of her head in Jeanette's breast.
　That's nice!? Replace me with that position!

"I think I can do something about the cake today,"
"What?"

　It was Jeanette who gave a cry of surprise.
　Well, seeing the situation at Yodamari-tei, it's a project that we rushed into yesterday. I haven't explained it properly yet. I thought it would be nice to do it when everyone gets together.

"I'm going to the 40th leg today."
"What on earth are you going to do?"

　the inquiring Estella
　And Jeanette looks at me with mixed eyes of anxiety and expectation.
　a smiling bertina
　a half‐eyed magda as usual
　a breast‐buried loretta ...I hope so.

　When I see them in turn, I declare.


"I'm going to pick the buds of malice."


　A rather simple way out of a difficult situation. I'm going to give it a try.