We rented a large carriage from Javier in the 40th leg, and we were heading for the 35th leg.

"Well... I'm kind of lonely in my head..."

　Jeanette is holding down on the top of the top of her head.
　It's not particularly thinned out.

　The false antennae of the lavender, which had been on his head until just before he switched to this carriage, had withered and removed it had been removed.
　I guess I'm feeling kind of lonely because I've lost what was there.

`Don't be so discouraged because Milly is going to make it a dry flower.'
"That's true, but..."
"Isn't it better to let it die?"

　Seeing the withering lavender, Milly offered it.
　They will make it a dried flower and bring it to Yodamari-tei later.

"...yes. I know."

　After some thought, Jeanette smiled, albeit lonelyly.

"I'm a little sad, but I can endure it if I think I've had fun before."

　The next time Milly brings me a lavender, I'm sure she'll be overjoyed.
　Just like when I made a fake antennae.

"One flower makes you happy twice." It's a good deal."
"It's true. Now that you mention it, so be it. Hmmm."

　Jeanette wiped away all the sunken expression and looked out the window.
　stare merrily at the flowing scenery
　I looked up at the ceiling, not out the window. Lean heavily against the back of the chair, slipping down. ...Oh, this feeling of weakness feels good.
　The seats in this carriage are very comfortable.
　Coupled with pleasant tremors, it causes drowsiness.

　The only people in the car right now are me, Jeanette, Estella, Theron and Wendy.
　Imelda had something to do at home, and Milly returned to her job as soon as she reached Forty.
　Natalia is to remain in Javier's house and watch Estella's carriage. I'm going to use the carriage on my way home, so I'll leave it for a while.
　You can't throw the horse all the way there.

　That's why we've changed to a big carriage and we've been sitting around in comfortable seats.
　What Javier lent me was a large, very stable eight-seater carriage. You can feel as if you were renting a cab.
　As expected, the woodcutter's guild, the beautiful woodgrain body is artistically sophisticated, and moreover, the performance is perfect. I'd like to spend money this way.

"Ah... I think I'll start at the Woodman's Guild,"
"What!"

　It was so comfortable to ride that my mouth, which was so full of horse‐drawn seats, let out a few silly jokes.
　However, Jeanette, who had heard it very well, seemed flustered and grabbed my arm tightly.

"Ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

　The finger that grabs my sleeve gives me strength with a "wow" cry.
　Big half‐crying eyes stare at me.

"No... you're kidding me?"
"Really? ...I'm glad."

　Jeannette looks genuinely relieved that he thought I was going to quit the Yodamari-tei and become a woodcutter.
　I don't think so.

"I wonder if there was such a talk with Mr. Imelda in the carriage."

　I couldn't help but bow at the words that would have been uttered almost unconsciously.
　With Imelda?
　I don't think so.

　Did you think I was going to marry Imelda and take over the Woodman's Guild?
　Hey! It doesn't make sense!
　Why do you think I'm a nobleman!?
　The aristocrats are the scammers of us, and by no means should we have them in our family! Rich people are always targeted by scammers. If it's troublesome, it's no use.

　-- a swindler?

　To tell the truth, that's a subtle place to be honest.
　For me, being a swindler is not just an occupation, but a way of life. It's impossible, after all, to pretend it wasn't all there.

　I don't think I'll take the initiative to enrich my own pocket by fraud. But that doesn't mean I'm no longer a swindler.
　I'm sure it's irresponsible.

　I was and will probably continue to be a rotten scammer.

　Until I can face him and forgive him one day... ...I'm sure I'll remain a fraud.

　So

　That's why.


　Well, what... I can't quit the Yodamari-tei, or I can't get another job... there's no other guy that's as easy to deceive as Jeanette, and it's still worth taking advantage of -- '


　I still have no intention of leaving Genet.


　It's only in my interest.
　There is no harm in overhardening the ground. The more stable the ground, the bigger the building can be. Yeah, yeah.

"Well... Jeanette."
"Yes,"
"...that's not the case,"
"He...? Oh. ......yes."

　A little too long had slowed the pace of the conversation.
　It seemed that Jeanette couldn't instantly tell what was going on... after a few thoughts, she felt relieved.
　Is it my assumption that you look only a little happy?"

　It's somewhat embarrassing.
　But it's more embarrassing to be perceived as embarrassed.
　So I made the choice to leave the place in vain with a little joke, albeit a little bit self‐deprecating.

"Well, I don't think I look good as a nobleman, do I, Estella?"
"I don't think so,"

　......what?


'That's true. If you imitate aristocrats, that's a joke! Egure, egure (laughing)!'I was expecting a reaction like...
　Contrary to expectations, Estella has written in denial. That's an immediate answer. with a touch of displeasure

　Why?
　What...?　
"I," "Kizoku," "I don't look good on you..."Hey, Estella.........

"There's no word in it that reminds you of poor milk, is there?
"I have no idea what you are complaining about!"

　weird
　Estella gets cranky only when she fiddles with poor milk."

"If you were a hero, you would be a fine nobleman."
"Yes, I think so, too."

　Wendy and Theron, sitting opposite each other, look at me and say such a thing.
　They seem to be complimenting me somehow, but even if both of them say... they don't know how to deny others, and they're very likely to be warm in their brains. Well, it's not helpful.

"Heroes have dignity and dignity, and above all, charisma that attracts many people is second to none. If he were a hero, his vassals would be happy to do their best and dedicate themselves to him."
"It is too much for me to sacrifice my vassal'said he. Am I a god of course.

　It's not a sacrifice.
　I'm dumbfounded by the exaggerated praise of Theron. What you're praising as amazing is the temporary dignity of a swindler to make himself look bigger.
　Every swindler would do it.
　Really, all the people in this world... if you take them to Japan, they're going to be scammed.

"That's what the hero says, but there's something that suddenly makes me think,"

　When I stopped Theron, Wendy muttered next to him, looking into the distance.

"If a hero becomes an aristocrat and governs any ward, I am sure that the city will be as wonderful as the city of Chuo... he has a strange charm that makes us expect that."

　That came out again... big.
　How could we create a better city than the Central District, which has the authority of royalty and unlimited wealth from all districts? There's nothing more superior than extravagance with other people's money.
　If you pay for a meal at a sushi restaurant where the price is not written, you can't taste it because it's cold and cold, but if it's someone else's treat, you can fully enjoy it. That's the way it is.

　That means you can't have the luxury of exceeding royalty through effort.
　The royals, after all, have money in their sleep.
　Oh, I envy you.

"Should I start the royals?"
"Well... it's not something you can start to start with?"

　Jeanette reacts very differently to the Woodman Guild.
　They don't seem to be impatient with anything that can be seen as a blatant joke.

"Oh, that's it!"

　on the other hand
　There's a woman who screamed madly. Gouge it out... It's Egrella, after all.

"Egrella".
"It's Estella!"

　Something fluttered away in an instant. However, Estella soon became restless again.
　He's looking at me with an expectant smile.

"What do you think of it?"
"What?"
"So ... ya, Jiro will be the lord of the manor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　Did he change the question in the middle?
　If you're embarrassed to hear a question, you shouldn't ask it from the beginning.

　...it's hard to answer... ...and Jeanette. I don't think you'll take gags as gags, do you?
　Oh, come on...

"I can't be a lord,"
"If it happens,"
"But what is impossible is impossible,"
"...I see,"

　Estella's expression of excitement disappears from her face.
　That's why I don't think I should take it so seriously."

"If I were to become the lord... ...the whole family would end up in poor milk!"
"Who's the baby?"
"In order to break the curse of the lord's family, Estella, you are going to have a husband with a big breast!"
`What's a big breast-in-law!'
"You might find him, right? I-cup guy".
"If there is one, it's a wish-off!"

　a stubborn rejection of Estella and now the curse of Koule-chan on the feudal lord's family seems to continue for a while."
　Estella gave birth to a son, and he had no choice but to marry an outrageous girl... but there is a possibility that the gouging inheritance would surpass the gouging inheritance."

"First of all, I'm looking forward to my grandchildren.
"And the present lord has not given up at all!"

　When Estella's indomitable spirit was shown, the carriage slowed down slowly.

"The horse has slowed down, as if to completely deny Estella's enthusiasm."
"It doesn't matter to me!? You just got to your destination, right?

　To prove Estella was right, the carriage door opens from the outside.
　It wasn't Javier's coachman who opened the door, but a woman who had never seen him in a neat uniform. Some emblem is embroidered on my chest.
　It's an outright aristocratic man.

"I am a confidant of Lucia Suarez, the lord of the Thirty-Fifth Ward. Don't make a mistake."

　Estella will soon whisper to me.
　...the first thing you warned me about, do you mean I'm the one who's going to be the most rude? I'm disappointed.

　He looks at the person he shouldn't be rude to, with the feeling that he's just barely feeling.
　The brown skin attracts attention. Unlike the Oriental atmosphere of the chef Osina in the Forty-First Ward, it seems healthier... well, to put it bluntly, strong.
　lips tightly bound to the piercing glare of a person The breasts... oh... they were so puffed up that I wanted to thank them. Probably F-cup!

"I've heard from Mr. Javier," Welcome to the thirty‐five wards. I hope you will enjoy it to your heart's content."

　For a moment I thought it was a stiff language, but it was just clattering.
　He seemed to have been mistaken for a dignified way of speaking because he had a good posture and dignity."I'll have fun" is what it's all about...

"Thank you for welcoming me, Gilberta."
"Well, I'm glad to see you again after a long time. I think I've become a lord, and I think I'll have more opportunities to meet you. I'm sure it'll be even more in the future."
"In that case, I'll be glad to see you."
"Yes, my master, and of course me."

　The brown lady who greeted me was apparently named Gilberta. It's a strict name. Well, if you say it suits you, it suits you, but...
　But listening to these conversations, I don't think it's right.

"Well, Estella. This little girl is a confidant of the lord, and you are a lord, right? Why isn't that a polite word? It feels like you're on an equal footing."
"Gilberta is Lucia's favorite. That's why you shouldn't make waves. and I don't care about it."

　I think there's a limit to not worrying about... If you treat everyone frankly, they'll lick you. You must tighten where you tighten it.
　But "it's better not to make waves."

"...are you afraid of Lucia?"
"I should have been tempted to block your mouth a little more forcefully now,"

The lord of the thirty-five wards seems to be such a scary person that you shouldn't say, "Are you afraid?"
　Let's be careful not to say bad things.
　With that in mind, we got out of the carriage at our urging.

"Shall we say hello first?"
"Don't be rude,"

　Estella murmurs to me as I get out of the carriage.
　Don't be too careful... I don't think you trust me so much.

"Well, Mr. Gilberta?"
"...what?"

　get a sharp look like a soldier
　He has a pretty intimidating look on his face is quite intimidating. It's a mass of alarm... or rather, it's like it's killing in all directions.
　This may be the right attitude for a keeper of a lord.
　But...

"A scary face."
"That's a shameful!"

　Estella pulled me wildly by the neck after expressing my honest impressions. Thanks to you, I've strangled my neck and stopped breathing. A second or so. It was so dangerous that I almost couldn't say anything from there.

"...(You don't see a woman you met for the first time!? Look at her! She's slightly dented!)"

　As I was told, I looked at Gilberta, and he saw his thin lips sticking out and looking diagonally down.
　Oh, that's true. I'm a little dented.

"(Follow me! Hurry up!")

　I turn to Gilberta again, pressed hard on the back by Estella, who was rushing in a low voice.
　Follow me...

"It's a beautiful breast,"
"What a poor thing!"

　No, it's our first time meeting. That's the only place I've ever found where I'm going to be complimented at first.m.

"But, Estella," Isn't it rude for a woman to say "beautiful" or "beautiful" all of a sudden when I met her? That's why it's not just about words, it's about the other person's merits that I really think about..."
"There's not much more disrespectful than "great breasts.
`It must be a beautiful breast!'
"Don't point to the breast!"

　While I was interacting with Estella, Gilberta glared at me like a soldier.
　He doesn't pretend to be embarrassed, and his expression doesn't change at all.
　...are you mad?

"Burst, but beautiful, mine...?"

　Gilberta clenches his fist after a quiet remark.

"I think you did!"
"Are you happy?"

　Estella was thrust into Gilberta's answer.
　Hey, Estella. Don't be so rude.

　But he's a man with no grip. His expression was poor, but it wasn't exactly the same, but he looked frightened and something was missing. . . . .

"Well, Estella,"
"What?"
"Is there a rule that a close aide to a lord should be a strange fellow?"
"...I'll pass that on to Natalia."

　Oops... You seem to have set fire unintentionally.
　Whenever I get involved with my lord, I feel like I'm always being pulled out of my way out of my way. Let's be careful.

"Nice to meet many of you," I'll say hello to you know.

　Then Gilberta turned to us and bowed politely.

"Gilberta Eckert, I am." the head waiter under Lucia."

　Being a head waiter is like being in a position of Natalia.
　I don't think the lords of this world ignore all kinds of family background, achievements, s*x, etc. and keep their favorite close aides...but I'm sure they don't pick people out of favoritism or insanity. He's probably worthy of trust as a bodyguard.
　That's what Natalia is all about Natalia.

"Gilberta, I'd like to say a few words to Lucia. Can I ask her to see me? I want to thank her for taking care of the carriage."

　With a friendly smile on her face, Gilberta turned a sharp glance at us.
　give a broad look and squint at everyone's faces

　...what?
　An unpleasant feeling springs from the back of my heart as if I had been valued."...are you all human?"

　We couldn't say anything to the sudden question.
"Human" -- that's the word that comes out.

　I unintentionally turned my gaze to Wendy. I seem to try not to see Estella, but Jeanette and Theron, like me, seem to have seen her.

　Wendy wears her usual hat.
　In the Forty-two wards I sometimes take off my hat and expose my antennae, but to-day I am wearing my hat straight and deeply. He must be doing so consciously, as he is leaving the 42nd leg.

When I asked him to say hello, he replied, "Is everyone 'human'?"

　In other words, are the Beasts and Insects not even allowed to meet?　
　The lord governing this district... for the nobles.

"I'm sorry, but it's hard to see Lucia because she's so busy. Don't worry about the carriage. I'll protect you if you ask me to."
"Well... I wanted to see you after a long time... Well, I can't help it." I'll take care of the carriage, then."
"I beg you said. I'll do it for you, I'll do it."

　Gilberta is proud to leave it to you.
　It's a martial arts or a super strong posture.

　But what do you mean by... I was refused a visit.

　Subtle discomfort settles in the stomach.
　I don't know if it's true or not, but it sounded like a message saying, 'If you don't meet certain conditions, you won't be allowed to see me.'

　Is Lucia the kind of person who can impose conditions on others?
　Hmm......it's a good thing, isn't it?

　Little by little, I'm getting irritated. I thought...

"I'm sorry,"

　--and
　Guilberta suddenly apologized, perhaps sensing my displeasure.
　A sharp look is staring at me without a shake.

"I understand how you feel, yours." But I have no malice to Lucia. Of course, to me, too."

　Gilberta's slightly disconsolate eyes complained that there was an unavoidable reason.
　Then he bowed quietly.

"Please, I hope you understand, breast milk."
"Who is the breast?"

　I couldn't help but thrust myself into it.
　Well, the serious air you've had so far is ruined in an instant, Oi!?
　What kind of perception do you have?

"Well, "Who..." Jiro, you're the only one?"
"You're so loud, little man,"

　Give Estella a nice nickname for her serious face.
　Point that clenched fist at your careless remark.

"I have a secret meeting with you today, Mr. Lucia," I can't show the situation to outsiders."

　......what?

"No, can I not speak?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Isn't "secret meeting" not allowed to be mentioned?"
"…………………………………… Huh!"

　Gilberta stiffens with a face like that!?
　... Oh, there's another fool's daughter here.

"...guided interrogation."
"It's completely your own suicide bomb.

　I didn't say a word about guidance or anything.

"Really, dodgy, I'll... knock."

　With a reflective look, Gilberta clenched his fist and held it overhead.
　Then he shook his fist with a bang at his head... ...at my head.

"Dangerous!"

　I immediately pulled my head back, and a fist passed my nose.
　A layer of compressed air caresses the face and stifles for a moment. There was a slight tinnitus in my ears, and after my arms passed by, I heard a terrifying "...gosh!"

"...don't run away, mother,"
"Why me!? If I fail, it's a slap on my head!? Or it's not a slap on my head! It's the power to make sounds that I shouldn't make!"
"When it shocks the brain... it disappears."
"What!"
"Memories?"
`You're not slanting your head adorably, and skipping something terrible!'

　an act of violence
　He tried to pretend that his misconduct was not to erase the other person's memory.
　She's a fool's daughter until she's frightened.
　As far as his expression goes, he doesn't feel any ill will. He looks as if he really thinks this is the best way.

"Oh, um... I'll forget what I've just heard, so could you stop being rough?"

　Gently grab me by the arm, Jeanette appeals to Gilberta.
　The thin voice trembled faintly, and the hand that grips my arm felt firm. Perhaps it's a little scary. Still, I suppose you're trying to protect me.

　In fact, Gilberta's gaze is diverted from me to Jeanette.
　Falcon-like sharp eyes capture the hare-like fluffy Jeanette.
　The sharp gaze dropped suddenly.

"...a man of milk,"
"What!"

　Gilberta mutters, staring at the explosive milk.
　Jeanette, who noticed the destination of her gaze, hurriedly hid her chest, but was pressed against her arm and became even more embarrassed.
　They're both good jobs!

"There are two people with breasts..."
"Oh, you know! I'm not!"

　Jeanette blends her cheeks and desperately denies it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"The Forty-Second Ward is full of breast-maids,"
"Do you have that false perception that you won't do it?"

　If we leave it as it is, strange rumors could spread, so Estella's idea led us to introduce ourselves.
　...and then, somehow, they turned their outrage on me, saying, "Oh, it's because of Jiro!"...I don't understand."Yes. I understand. I remember your name."

　Looking at each person in turn, Gilberta nods.
　Then, I point fingers in the order of Jeanette.

"The palm of the breast," Jeanette's breast."
"Would you mind not memorizing it!"

　Gilberta's finger slips down, lightly ignoring Jeanette, who appeals with tearful eyes.

"Jinet's breast".
"Don't do that!"

　Uh... I think that's the kind of guy you mean...

"Little Estella".
"Is that a declaration of war, Gilberta?"

　Estella is quick to lose her temper over trifles. get [get] a blue streak when the facts are pointed out
　Oh dear, you're in trouble causing trouble wherever you go.

　While talking to Gilberta, the odd waiter, Javier's carriage was carried away by the coachman.
　Nearby stands a very luxurious mansion, and you can tell at a glance that it is the lord's residence.
　It's a building with a slightly rigid image that gives it dignity and dignity.

　I thought the Thirty-Fifth Ward was a more cheerful city because it was close to the sea, but... I get the impression that it was very strict in its discipline.
　The neat and orderly arrangement of brick roads might suggest that.

　It seems that the lord's residence was usually built just off the main street...Well, the lord's residence is not a tourist attraction, and if you build it along the main street, you'll have some problems, so it's only natural...The lord's residence in the thirty-five wards stands in a quiet place, as usual.

　I'm going down the main street to Wendy's parents' house. Well, I'm a little interested in what the streets are like.
　The calm bustle of the 42 wards is not bad, but there is still something exciting about the crowd in this big town.
　I wonder if the blood of the Japanese, a festive race, will make a fuss.

　Well, I hate garbage, but there's no problem looking at it from afar.

"Well, let's go now,"

　Gilberta and Estella, who had been confirming the delivery of the carriage, spoke to us at the end of the conversation.
　I can't relax very much because I'm planning to go on a day trip.
　I don't want to be too late, though it's only a few hours each way. It will ring tomorrow.

　I'd like to meet Wendy's parents and, if possible, get them involved in the wedding.
　If it goes well, I'd like to say hello to the lords of the thirty-five wards... but I can't read the time.
　Anyway, it's better to act quickly.

"Well, Wendy," Will you show me around?"
"Yes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

　Wendy sparks lightly.
　Did I feel a little depressed thinking about my family... is family relations so bad?

"This is an interesting phenomenon... I think it's interesting."

　The flickering Wendy seemed to have caught Gilberta's eye.
　His sharp‐pointed gaze is wide open.

"Oh, um... I'm sorry,"

　After staring at her, Wendy doesn't know what to do and takes the mysterious action of apologizing.
　I do, but I apologize without knowing the meaning.

"The breast is normal, you,"
"Well... I'm sorry, but... just plain."

　Yeah yeah
　There are times when I apologize meaninglessly.
　In this case Gilberta is the one to apologize for.

"When I see you, I remember the man I saw this morning,"

　Gilberta uses his hands to begin describing the person he sees.

"She was the first woman in the morning to ride in a cab from the Forty-second Ward, a little bigger than her glittering breast."
"What!? Regina is in this city!"
"How can you identify a person just by the breast information?"

　Estella screams in surprise at me.
　No, I just thought it was Regina who was a little bigger than Wendy and a little taller and a little higher and higher.

　However, it is very unlikely that my prediction is correct.
　This is because Regina, who is a severe recluse who complains of shyness, cannot come to such a remote district.

　He must be a different person.

"I remember that she was just dressed like that,"

　Gilberta pointed to Wendy "like that."
　Wendy's clothes are as black as ever to avoid the sun.
　a light skirt and a simple shirt They wear soft‐looking stools over them. And a hat with a big brim and a parasol. That's Wendy's dress now... a woman in similar dress?

"...is it Mr. Regina after all right?"
"No, I don't think so..."

　Jeanette and Estella look at each other in response to Gilberta'
　If you combine information alone, you'll see a person who's infinitely close to Regina.
　But it is hard to believe that Regina should come so far alone."

　In the end, it calmed down to think that she was a different person, and we began to walk towards Wendy's parents' house.
　Divide from Gilberta to the main street.
　"Now, if you cross one more alley, you'll be on the main street."

"Ack... ...all the people I don't know... ...so lonely... ...that I'm starting to feel sick."

　...I found Regina.

"I can't believe it..."
"Really, I can't believe that you can identify a person just by the breast information... not by human skill."
"No, that doesn't matter!? That's the level anyone can do."
"It's impossible except you!"

　Stupid thing!
　Motorcycle lovers can tell the model by just the sound of the engine, and sommeliers can guess their origin by just the smell of wine!?
　Even breast milk, if you observe it carefully, it's a piece of course!

　Rather, be surprised that Regina is out there!
　It could be a sign of a natural disaster!?

"... Huh?……………………………… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　The five of us had gathered together, and Regina looked back.
　Then his half-crying face turned into a dazzling smile as if he had found hope.

"Metcha, we missed you!"

　Regina came running at a tremendous speed and jumped at the same time to time.
　The scent from the shaky hair is a distinctive chemical smell... yes, definitely Regina.

　You must have been terrified of being alone. Regina, trembling and half-weeping, hugged me and Estella with the strength she had never shown before, and held them in custody for more than a dozen minutes.