"What do you think...?"

　the day after I spoke to the Demiries in the Fortyth Ward
　Estella had come to the Yodamari-tei to eat as promised.
　I didn't see him at the time of the donation, so I thought he was still dented...

"I thought I'd write to thank you first. Look, I'm shy."

　A slap on the wrist for boring puns.

"Oh!? ...It's a lively appeal..."

　It's only because you can see the energy of the sky a little bit.
　I wish I had been more normal...

　Estella is a little restless today.
　Well, it's not that different when you start thinking about it's not that different.
　The idle season will continue for a while.

　Estella's letter was simple and sincere.
　First of all, he explains how he realized his inadequacy and clearly apologizes in writing for what he has done so far. Failure to attend the funeral of the previous lord or the unveiling of the lord. They're following all the agreements on street gates and hunting guilds. Well, as long as the lord hasn't retired yet, I think it's a delicate matter to follow.
　And Estella's words clearly expressed her remorse for her insensitivity to having done everything by letter.
　And finally, the next time we met, it was written that he wanted me to apologize to him by looking at the same time.

"It's my own convenience to make a surprise apology... I didn't know what to do, but I thought this was the best thing I could do now."
"Well, isn't it all right?"

　I've told them that I'd like to apologize to them, not just by letters.
　I don't think you'll be embarrassed about this letter.

"The schedule for the three-party talks has not been set yet, but by that date..."

　Estella clenches her fist.

"I'll be able to control the urge to knock Ricardo off!"
"...have you been holding back on beating me?"

　I wonder if the reason why he was quiet or shivering in front of Ricardo was because he was nervous...

"Well, you've been doing a lot of things since you were little. I hate it more than the insects that jump into the soup that I was going to eat."

　He said with a very refreshing smile.
　But I'm sure it's proof that something has been sorted in your mind that you can now say that.
　I wouldn't have been able to even say such a thing with this guy.

"Well, I must admit that I was disrespectful as acting lord. But if I have a chance to meet him as a mere childhood friend, I'll hit him four times."

　I don't know if the lord has days off, but if you're just a childhood friend, you can do as you like.
　Don't overdo it.

"And six more kicks."
"What have you been doing so far?"

　I think you're going to do serious damage to your bones.
　I'm confident I won't be able to stand if I get six low kicks.

"Ricardo may have liked you,"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
"... My face is really scary."

　You don't like it that much?

"But when I was a kid, I would bully my favorite daughter and try to attract interest."
"That's not the case with Ricardo. we were the children of the lord, for better or worse."

　At any rate, Estella smiles bitterly at the rivalry.
　Even Ricardo might not have been able to lose to his daughter alone in the lower borough. Maybe that's why he bullied me every time and encouraged me to be above him.
　Well, it's just speculation.
　But if you've done that over and over again... ...it's no use being hated like a snake.

　As for Estella and Ricardo, it's my opinion that they're the same. Of course, I'm a little closer to Estella.
　a small-minded Ricardo who has been full of hostility since he was a kid and who still remains condescending.
　Estella was not clearly drawn between her childhood and her position as acting lord.

　If the outfielders make a fuss, it's inevitable that their acquaintances are absolutely right.
　Then it would be much more constructive to put aside all the troubles we've had and talk about the future.

　Earlier Estella showed sincerity.
　What's left is how they'll come out.

"Well, it will take some time before the three-party talks. Let's just take it easy until then."
"Yes, yes."

　With a slightly sunny expression, Estella sips pasta.
　...you're in a culture where you slurp noodles, aren't you? There are chopsticks and it's close to Japan, isn't it?

"Today I'm going to sort out the papers that I've accumulated... Oh, I'm depressed."

　Stick a fork into the pasta. I won't stab you, maybe.

"Yes! If you're in trouble, let's ask Jiro said.
"Don't spend it comfortably,"
"Well... yesterday... you told me to rely on me when I was in trouble..."

　Hey, come on! If you're embarrassed, don't bite your tongue in cheek.
　I didn't say it to take on chores in the first place.

"Mr. Estella,"

　Jeanette, who comes to pour water, gives Estella a soft smile.

"If you have a hard time at work, please consult with me." I'll do whatever I can to help you."
"Oh, I made you pay attention."
"Oh, no, no. I'm kidding, Jeanette. Thank you very much just for making delicious food."

　Estella sniffs at pasta with a smile. ...don't skip the sauce. like a child

"Mr. Jiro,"
"Huh?"

　With a pitcher in hand, Jeanette smiles at me.

"Yasilo, are you okay? Aren't you pushing yourself? If there's anything I can do, please tell me."

　... Yesterday, today, why... I feel a little embarrassed when you look like that.

"Laijo, beech!"
"What kind of character is that?"
"Oh, no! That's not true!""Then it's all the more serious."

　Estella looks at me gravely.
　a baccayaro "If the ending of the word ""ra"" is used, the cuteness will skyrocket, though!"

　Estella, who in the past boasted of her love of cute things but never paid attention to "Cute Jiro Tan," ate up pasta and went back to the museum for work. ...but I'm pretty.

　Well, I guess I'll do what I have to do.

"Genet. It's coming out a little bit."
"Yes. Um... can I ask you which way you're going.
"Huh? Ah. It's a little up to 41 wards."
"... alone?"

　Jeanette with a look of uneasiness.
　The day before yesterday and the day before yesterday, I met the lords of each district, and it seems that they thought they would get in trouble again.
　I wonder if I had a face that would make Jeanette think that way.

"It's all right. I'll just go and see what's going on in the city."
"Isn't it dangerous?"

　Umm... I might have to reflect on this a little bit.
　I can't believe Jeanette was so worried... that I had such a scary face.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"The talks are going in a peaceful direction. There's nothing to worry about. I just wanted to know about him."

　Especially the kitchen situation.

"Well, indeed, I wish I could come with you."

　Guests are coming in moderately well today. It's not good for Jeanette to drop out without any preparation.

"It's a waste to take Jeanette on such an inspection,"
"What a waste...?"
"If you're going to take a day off anyway... let's go somewhere more pleasant." Like shopping."
"...yes. I'd love to."

　A momentary surprise followed by a soft smile and nodding.
　To change the subject, that's fine as long as Jeanette's anxiety subsides.

　Besides, just because I went to the 41st leg, I don't think I'll be in any danger.
　......none, right?
　Oh, I'm starting to feel uneasy. If you get entangled in something like that grounder......... well... I think I'll stop going.

"If you're so anxious, shall I follow you?"

　It was Delia who patted me on the back and said such a thing.
　There seems to be no fishing in the river guild today, so I'm helping our staff to kill time.

"Well, it must be safe with Mr. Delia."
"Oh! Thugs or demons, it's a twirl."

　What a lovely and dependable remark!
　A girl who twirls around a beast is definitely a dangerous person, but... if she's on her side, she's reliable.

"Well, let's order it."
"All right! Then let's go at once in a while.

　Delia, who is in a better mood than usual, tells her to hurry.
　I don't think he's the type to go too far. You may be happy to go out.
　Should I buy you something sweet?

"Well, I'll be back for a while."
"Yes. Take care."

　After we left the Yodamari-tei after being seen off by Jeanette, we walked toward the main street.
　Today I go out of the ward in front of the lord's house. This road is easy to use if you are going to the 41st leg.

"Where are you going?"
"It's the 41st leg. I haven't made up my mind, but I'd like to see the atmosphere of the city."
"Well, you'd better get off the main street and walk down a few alleys. That's the real scene of the 41st leg."

　Delia, speaking with a knowing look.
　Is he familiar with the 41st leg?"

"I often pass by to see Marsha," Sometimes I eat in 41 wards, and sometimes I go to some restaurants."
"Is it a sweet spot?"
"No. It's an ordinary bar, but it has delicious fruits."

　Delia, after all, seems sweeter than alcohol.
　There may be no sweet spot in the 41 wards.
　Sugar has never been the norm.

"You might have been right to bring Delia."
"Right? All right! Then let's get on right away!"

　Delia says it sounds like an attack, so I'm scared.

"Yasilo!"

　I was about to leave the 42nd leg when I heard a voice calling me from behind.
　Looking back, Imelda was about to shake her breast without hesitation.

"...don't think of American crackers."
"Huh? What's that?"
"No, nothing,"

　Delia won't know, I'm sure.
　At any rate, it's a good‐by‐good‐bye and a lot of course.

　While we're having such a useless conversation, Imelda comes up to us and shakes her shoulders loudly to breathe. Every time my shoulders go up and down, my breasts go down...

"...don't think of slime,"
"Huh? What's that?"
"No, nothing,"

　Delia won't know, I'm sure.It's all over the place.

"Well... well... that's a strange coincidence!"
"I don't think there's any chance that I'm out of breath..."
"And the vampire... oh... even if I accompany you... oh... all right... oh... oh... oh... oh...
"You want to go with me?"
"...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh..."

　I was too tired to be vain.
　Well, I certainly haven't had time to relax and talk to Imelda lately.
　It's a casual inspection. It won't be a problem if you stay.

"Well, shall we go with you?"
"If Mr. Jasilo were to say so much, it would be unavoidable."
"It's not early for you to make a comeback,"

　I don't know what it is, but my company has increased.
　Is the Woodman's daughter a celebrity in the 41st leg? Then, is there any information to be had?
　On the other hand, I can't say that there's no trouble... but I'm sure Delia will do something about it.

"Nice to meet you, Delia . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . in a bad mood?"
"...not really,"

　Delia was puffing up her cheeks.
　No, no. It wasn't a date, it was just a visit...

"Let's go eat sweets next time?"
"Two of you?"
"Oh, I'll ask you out on a date. I'll be back in a good mood."
"I can't help it! It's an appointment!"

　get a slap on the back ...Oh, Delia, you didn't have a log right now, did you? What's this shock... My bone is going to break if I get another blow.

　However... I think Delia is becoming more and more feminine...I thought it wasn't like this in the past... Well, it's the same as always that they're open‐minded about me.
　It's so big, but I feel like I'm watching something like a niece.

"Here we go! Follow me, sir!"
"Hey, jump in. You're not in charge."

　With smiling Imelda at the forefront, we are going into the 41st leg.






　Forty‐one wards looked worn out again today.
　When you go off the main street and into a single alley, the glamour disappears instantly.
　Several shops stand side by side in a dim alley. Guests don't seem to be coming in well.

"Oh, your sister is well built. Are you a hunter's guild

　Delia was being approached in front of an arms store.

"No, you belong to the river-fishing guild,"
"Oh, I see..."

　As soon as he realized it wasn't a hunting guild, the man who seemed to be in the shop lost interest and went into the shop.

"You seem to say that you are not a guest except for the Hunting Guild."
"This town is like a hunting guild."

　Perhaps this extraordinarily narrow alley was the result of trying to widen the main street for hunting guilds. in order to extend the main street I heard you've gradually withdrawn from the shops at both ends.
　…it's possible that…

"Let's go one more behind the scenes," The first group has a strange sense of pride and is hard to get along with them."

　In the 41 wards, people who are based in each alley seem to be called "the first" or "the second" from the perspective of the main street.
　Third and fourth, they seem to get poorer as they go deeper. Maybe that's why you have a strong sense of camaraderie.

"The high street-based people are not celebrities."
`It's a comparison of acorns,' They don't have anyhow. So that's all I can be proud of."

　I'm the first person, and I'm proud that I can only be used in this area... a sense of selection... silly.

"It's the common people who are enjoying the good taste of hunting guilds."
"What about the Woodman Guild? Isn't it similar in position?"

　Imelda is dumbfounded at the sight of the 41 wards. But isn't the Woodman's Guild in the Forty-Ward close to that?

"We're getting along well with our neighbors, aren't we? We've got a lot of wood-working jobs in the first place, and we're achieving balanced coexistence and co-prosperity."

　Imelda braces herself confidently.
　Break it off! Break it off, close to the shirt's chest!

"Yasilo, you're not staring at me like that."

　Delia puffs up her cheeks again.
　Well, Delia is bigger, but somehow I don't think she should look at me like that...

"Well, Delia," Have you ever heard of the lords and hunting guilds, if you have ever had a meal here? -- especially the complaints."

　People who call each other by the number of alleys must have a stronger sense of fellowship. A stronger sense of camaraderie makes it easier to turn hostility outside of your family.
　It's called tuning pressure.
"That guy," "That guy, right?" "Oh, I thought so, too." "Hey."

"If you're not good at it, they're always scattering it." Why don't you go and have a look?"
"Yes,"

　It's too early for dinner, but let's take a look.

　Delia took us to the third alley.
　The streets and buildings are getting dirty, leaving deep wrinkles between Imelda's eyebrows.

"... it stinks,"
"Isn't this the better one?"
"Is there a stronger place?"
"If you go over the fifth, you can't do it. I can't help but lose my mind to eat."

　What kind of place is it?
　Isn't it worse than the 42 wards used to be?

　In the end, I wonder how much the underlying wards were.

　The third alley was filled with eccentric figures, such as a drunken man sleeping by the roadside, a man sitting and staring into the sky, and a suspicious man staring at us from the fourth alley. ...can I go home?"Imelda, you regret following me, don't you?"
"Well, that's... just a little."

　He holds his nose with a pure white handkerchief, and Imelda distorts his expression.
　It would be an unbearable place for beautiful imelda.

"Here. The fruits here are sweet and delicious."

　There was a bar in the back of the third alley.
　It's a store with modest signs that only regular customers have.

　We found more than a dozen customers in the store.
　There's a lot of room before dinner. ...are they not working?

"Master! Long time no see."
"Oh... the bear boy."

　Like the guy who was watching hide-and-seek.
　...butt, are you going to give me? Then I'll give you as many first prize as I want.

"I love you, you're the same old chap.
"Oh! Jiro! Jiro! This! This is delicious!"

　Delia's excited fruit was mango.
　Well, mangoes are sweet, aren't it?
　Maybe I'll make a mango pudding next time.

"d*mn... it's annoying, but it's delicious!"
"Isn'

　the two smackers at mangoes at the counter
　I don't care about mangoes, but I'll talk to the master.

"What do they usually do here?"
"Various things,"

　Wiping the cup, the master says quietly.
　I don't know what the retirement age is like in this world.

"He makes mangoes in the orchard, and that fellow makes weapons."
"A mouth that benefits from the hunting guild?"

　Arms makers must be in great demand for weapons used by hunting guilds.
　But... it seems to me to be shabby.

"The weapons used by the hunting guild are lent by the lord."
"Lending?"
"I'm flushing my weapons into the hunting guild instead of my taxes." I won't give it back even if I lend it to you. If it breaks, discard it."

　Weapons are prepared by the lord to keep the hunting guild alive.
　It certainly seems reasonable, but...

　If weapons paid as taxes are being diverted, where does their profits come from?

"In this city, hunting guilds are the best, and everyone else is scrambling for what little money they get from them."
"I don't often have a rebellion,"
"Only fools fight a battle that they can't win... if they hold back, they can live to a minimum."

　Is this working?
　Well, you make enough money to drink outside.

"With a hunting guild, the 41st leg won't collapse. Eventually, the economy may improve."

　The master left it unsaid and took the wiped cup to the kitchen.
　The master, who turned his back, seemed to be saying, "Don't ask me any more."

"Oh, you're not doing it... working every day doesn't make it any easier..."
"I think it's all right to drink."
"That's true,"

　Men are winding up in the back seat.

"Do you have a moment?"

　two men sitting at a four‐seat table
　One is completely finished and sloppy. The other didn't drink much, perhaps to watch over this drunkenness.

"You must be quite dissatisfied,"
"Well, I wish I could be so blatantly different... you think so, don't you?"
"It's true, but it doesn't even start if you complain."Well, I'm going to work hard, and one day I'm going to buy a house in Forty Ward."
"Hah! I can't do it! You can't do it in the 42nd leg."

　Clink...

"Ah, lord of the manor..."
"What!"

　A drunken man suddenly stretches up and looks around the store.

"Oh, don't threaten me! I'll be a frog!"
"What? You were just going to say, 'I have something to ask about the lord.'"

　Well, it's a lie.

"That's right. You've just made a hasty decision. I'm sorry, brother. There's no harm in him, either. Forgive me."
"That's all right, but... Well, the lord here is still a young man, isn't this the case because of his blunder?"
"You're a young man... ...Hey, brother. Don't say too many things. You'll have a hard time if you're caught by the Guards."
"Are you even tyrannizing?"

　The man who doesn't want to drink gives me advice in a low voice.
　Are there restrictions on speech in this city?

"That's not the case," All the soldiers here are intoxicated with the lord. Those who speak ill of the lord are purged 'so that he may not find them.'"

　...what's that scary thing!
　You're a total fanatic, aren't you?

"Don't you think of leaving?""There are some guys like that. I'm leaving here because I'm having a hard time. ...the outflow of the population has become serious lately."

　As the population of the territory dwindles, tax revenues fall accordingly and the city suffers.
　That would raise taxes and raise prices.
　The outflow of territorial citizens is an important matter that must be avoided by all means.

　Is Ricardo taking a hunting guild-first policy until he leaves it alone?
　Is it just a fool, or is it a fool?

"But..."

　The man who hasn't had enough of it lukewarm ale.

"...I don't hate you, do I?" as expected."

　I muttered that much and immersed myself deeply in my world.

　It's the lord or this town that I can't hate."


　It is no mistake to turn the economy around a hunting guild.
　It is more likely that bold policies will secure profits and then distribute benefits to the people of the territory than totalitarian poverty.

　However, the method is subject to antipathy.
　If you leave them feeling antipathy... you'll see a bunch of guys who lose their motivation and lose their energy.
　This city ends when it is out of control.

　It's a risky bet.

　It was less than two years since the death of the previous lord...
　Assuming that the policy of treating hunting guilds has been handed down since the last generation... it seems that Ricardo has not done very well.
　The dead eyes of the people of the domain are proof of this.

　Heavy rain and changes in the 42 wards may have put stress on the 41 wards.

　There may be a number of factors, but Ricardo has yet to produce clear results.
　That's more than enough... a reason to lose the trust of the people of the territory.

　A lord must have a certain charisma.
　It is necessary to convince the people of the domain that it is all right to have a lord. Otherwise, the territory will not be unified.

　Ricardo... You must be in a great hurry now.
　Every inch of the territory is not closely watched... like Estella used to be.

　I want a breakthrough.
　You think so, right?

　If you don't think so, you're disqualified as a lord. Your 41st leg is getting nowhere with the status quo.

"Yasilo~ You're late, so I'm done with Imelda, mango".
"What!? You ate two more slices, didn't you? Don't blame others!"
"No, I don't care about mangoes."
"'What does it matter!'"

　No, I'm scared.
　Are women's mango lovers the same all over the world?

　Well, anyway.
　I'm glad I came to see you.

　I've finally found a clue to the solution.

　I can't wait for the three‐party talks.
　I'll have to get ready by then.

　After that, we looked around 41 wards a little more and went back to 42 wards.

"Don't forget your date!"

　Delia skips home, leaving a harsh comment.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Don't forget your date!"

　With a straight face, Imelda hums home.
　...no, you didn't promise me!?

　... by all means.
　I'm struggling to get around... because I'm comfortable.

"My head hurts..."


　But I didn't know.
　The next day... that there will be more head-breaking events.



　Well, until I hear that rumbling sound of footsteps that I heard early in the morning...



"Is there a palm of Atashi?"



　In the 42 wards, the Medora attack......who is yours?