further down the glamorous high street The scent of the tide gradually softens and instead sets foot in a sweet-scented area of flowers.
　The streets of the Thirty-Fifth Ward gradually become quieter and more calm as they move away from the gates. Well, it's possible to paraphrase 'I'm getting lonely.'
　Even so, it is the 35 wards as expected.
　Even if the streets are deserted by fewer people, they look a little prettier than the 42 wards.
　There's such a difference...Forty‐two wards still have a long way to go. Yup.

"There's a big flower garden ahead, and it's home to all sorts of insects, including the Swans."

　Wendy, ahead of us, explains like a travel agent.
　His expression looks bright, perhaps heartless. After all, the atmosphere in my hometown is somehow calming down.

"The flowers in this garden store very sweet honey, and drinking it here is the status of the young insect race."

　It's not like crepes in Harajuku.

　Wendy pointed to me.There's a little hill ahead, and we can't see the flower garden yet.
　But the sweet smell of flowers has already filled the area. It smells a little too strong to be drunk.

"It smells good,"
"As a girl, I can't help but be excited."

　Jeanette and Estella are chatting happily.
　For women, this kind of scent probably exists. I think it's a little too tight for me, but... well, aromas, people who like them like them. For fashionable girls, this might be just the right thing to do you know.

"…………." My nose is bent."
"Yes, I suppose you are, Regina."

　Regina plucks her nose gracefully without hesitation.
　I thought you were on this side.

"Wendy, did you drink honey in the flower garden?"

　Jeanette smiles at the scent of flowers and the warm, warm weather.
　Wendy shook her head slightly in response to Jeanette's question, as she removed the stall from the slightly sweaty temperature.

"No. I left here when I was younger. And..."

　He then turns his eyes to Theron next to him.

"It's popular for couples to drink honey here."
"All right, Regina," I've decided how to use the 'fire powder'."
"I understand how you feel, but be restrained." If the Hanazono Fire breaks out, the import of sparks will be banned."

　Hmm... I don't think so.

"Well, Wendy," This may be the first time I can drink it."
"He..."

　Jeanette says hand in hand and in a congratulatory voice. They don't seem to be meddling, they seem genuinely pleased with the fact.
　Wendy, disconcerted by such words, looked at Theron and muttered "...yes."
　Theron and Wendy were both embarrassed and pink in their cheeks.

"All right, Regina," I've decided how to use the 'fire powder'."
"That's strange," I think I heard you've come this far to congratulate these two. Did you do it out of your imagination?"

　Can't a man burn... this one-girl couple...?
　It's deplorable! Oh, deplorable!

"Oh, I see you. a flower garden!"

　Estella must be expecting a flower garden more than Jeanette. move forward like one's dog who loves walking too much If they had been connected by a leash, they would be "peep!" for fear of strangling.

"Don't be so happy."
"You can't do it!? Are you stupid!? Are you stupid?"

　Estella has become more or less visible than a dog.
　I'll teach you some tricks.

"Estella".
"What?"
"Hand,"
`What, what, what!?'

　With a snap of her hand, Estella screamed wildly and walked away.
　put one's face red with pressure on one's face

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you want to go into the flower garden hand in hand -- oh, that's what I mean?"

　No, I'm going to teach the dog some tricks... What? Put your hands in the flower garden?
　This flower garden is a real mecca where couples drink nectar, so to speak, putting out their hands in front of it.........to the message "Let's hold hands like lovers and drink nectar together...just the two of us ☆"

"What!? No! No! No! Estella! That's not what I mean!"
"Well, what do you mean by that?"
"So, dear, dear... Anyway! You're a dog!"
"Who is the dog!"

　Yes, it's noisy!
　Don't look over here with a bright red face!
　Don't let your eyes look a little uneasy while raising your eyebrows angrily! It looks like you're expecting it! No, I know it's just your imagination! Or, if it's not your imagination, you know... Well, I'm in trouble!

"Anyway! If you put your palm up and say 'hand,' it's the rule to put your hand here and say 'wow!'"
"And why are you treating me like a dog?"
"I think it's because you're happy!"
"I didn't!"

　That's what I'm going to do, that's what I've done!
　Pump it up, that's it!"Well, red-haired men are as obedient as dogs. I don't even know how to be cute."
"But who is obedient!? I'm proud that no one is more innocent than I am!"
"No, that's something to brag about."

　The barking Estella was like a puppy.

"What other tricks do I have?"

　Regina looks at me.
　...oh my gosh, grinning face. He seems to have said, "You don't want to connect me. If I do a trick, what else do you want me to do? Why don't you tell you?"
　Oh, that's all right. I'll tell you.

"Sit down," "Fut down," and so on."
"Is it a little difficult for a red-haired man?"
`I can do it said. "No, I won't!"

　What else...?

"And the rest... "Cink."
"...are you going to put it on?"
"Put it on!"

　It's not a derivative of your hand!
　If you put your hand on it, I'll knock the dog off!

"Oh, come on! I'm sorry that I made a joke! So let's get on with it!"

　It's not the time to blow a peach tie-hoon here.
　We don't have time!
　Natalia is waiting too!　
　Right! We're in a hurry!

　...so I'm sorry. Give me a break.

"Mr. Jiro,"

　Jeanette jumps forward in front of me with a sun-like smile as if to heal my broken heart.
　Ah... it seems like my heart is getting lit up with dark clouds.

　Jeanette puts out her hand to me with a happy look on her face.
　and--

"Hand,"

　said he, with great delight.

　...... well...

"Whether it's a love appeal saying 'I want to hold hands' or 'You're my dog'?"

　Either way, I'm having trouble with the reaction?

"Oh, no! I don't mean anything in particular, but... I'm sorry, I'm ready to do it."

　He hurriedly withdrew his extended hand and clenched it in front of his chest.
　Or, as if to say, "I'm sorry that this right hand is so rough."

　... yes. It's a terrible place, a flower garden.
　The usual situation causes disaster. I'm afraid it's not a big deal of fire.
　...so the place where Liamitsu accumulates... ...blast! Yes, it's all Liamitsu's fault!

"All the couples in the flower garden, break up!"
"What do you call it!? Just kidding! That's the story!"

　Jeanette makes a hasty correction, even though no one is listening.
　I don't think it's a world where all those words come true.

"Well, Theron,"
"What, Wendy?"
"Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh."
"Oh... I can't help it anymore." Yes, hands."
"Uh-huh.
"Ahhhaha.
"I wish I could blow it up."
"I'm not going to hide my dark feelings."I think his posture is masculine in a way, but isn't it self-important?"

　I'm not going to propose Liamitsu's Icharabushichu, nor am I going to introduce him to this kind of play! Don't copy me! ... Well, I don't want to do that sort of course!

"Well, I'm starting to want you to do something, wow."

　Regina grins at me.
　... you black pharmacist... black to the stomach?

"Why, why don't you?"

　Oh my gosh...

　...huh. All right.

"Regina, "House!"
"I think you've said something terrible!"

　Go back to your nest right now! Alone!

"... well. Here we go."
"Ah...."

　As I tried to move on ignoring the fool, I heard a thin, leaky voice coming from the next door.
　When I turned my eyes, Jeanette looked at me with a reserved air.
　...what, that modest, wishful glance like, "Me too, if I could..."
Should I call it "House"?
　... Jeanette is really going to take it and get dented. But "hand" is... oh, is it?

"Good, Jeanette!"
"Yes,"
`"Milk!"'
"Confession!"

　Jeanette's milk never came out of my hand.
　...quick!

　The unnecessary things have drastically worn my strength and energy.
　I don't have to sweat, and my throat is dry. ... No, I'm rattling.
　I can't believe that just having a date spot nearby has had such a negative effect on my daily life..."Well, in short, that's it. The flower garden is a poor place, isn't it?"
"No, sir, hero," It's a more ordinary place to enjoy, as I say."

　What's wrong with me!?
　I'm not conscious at all!
　I don't care about people around me!
　Only one thing????

"Lia Mitsuru, be unhappy!"
`I'm kidding!'

　Next to me screaming with my hands on each side of my mouth, Jeanette corrects it in exactly the same way.
　What a joke! You're dead serious!

"Heroes may enjoy themselves in the flower garden. It's a really beautiful place."
"I don't really want 'beautiful' in my life."
"I'll go with you without saying so. now,"

　Wendy beckons us to the flower garden as if to appease me.
　Wendy and Theron lead the way, and I follow.
　Jeanette followed me a little later, and Estella approached me quickly after that.

"I'm so tired because of Jiro..."
"Why is it my fault?"
"It's because of Jillo."

　He's banging his shoulder against my arm. What's that little rebellion?
　You'll be a little surprised at the body touch.

"... take care of yourself,"

　Finally, Estella comes out with a cat punch on the side.
　It wasn't much of a shock, but I stumbled about half a step at the unexpected attack on my side. ...it tickled me.
　His half-step stumble brought him into contact with Jeanette, who was on his left.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jeanette,"
"No... ...myself... ...I'm sorry."

　When the play is over, Jeanette gives a rather self-deprecating, troubled smile.
　The air in this place is probably bad. The air here must have the effect of making people feel weird.
　Otherwise, drinking nectar from flowers in public, and drinking it together, can't be anything like an open execution.
　Yeah, that's right. There must be some strange poisons flying around here.
　...I think I'll really burn the flower garden. for the sake of the world and the peace of mind of a lone man

"I see you," That's the flower garden!"

　At the end of Wendy's finger lay such a beautiful sight as might be described as an example next to the word "paradise" in the dictionary.
　Colorful flowers bloom all over the vast land, swaying in the wind and giving off a savory scent.
　The pretty flowers are turning the world into a happy color.

　In such a vast paradise, there was a tribe of insects drinking nectar together.

"... yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum!"
"Joozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
"What about those sweaty beasts?"

　They were good guys with big horns on their heads, ostensibly bossy.

"Oh, a couple between Ossan and me!? ...is progressing!"
"Don't make any progress! Don't beat up all the suspicious notes!"

　Oh, no. If things go on like this, there will be another rotten story in the 42 wards.
　Would you like to use the sparks here? Memo or Regina burned out.

"They're like beetles and stag beetles."

　Wendy's words are probably right.
　In any event, their faces are clearly beetles and stag beetles.

"Oh... are you guys human?"

　The beetle Ossan observes and says, licking us from the top down.
　What a rude fellow!

"Mr. Cab. ... These guys, their clothes..."
"Oh, yes," Maybe he's a nobleman."

　say in a confidential voice
　... they're rude, really.

"My dear fellow," What do you think of us?"

　impertinence
　smell sweaty
　It's not worth looking at. Because it's Ossan.

　But I wouldn't bother to sell a fight.
　I'll overlook your impertinence. I'm not here to fight today.
　Having overcome the past, I have grown a little bigger.
　I'll show you some leeway.

"It's disgusting that the two of us happily drank sweets together."
"What are you going to do when you fight?"

　No no
　I just expressed my honest opinion.
　It's not like discrimination or anything like that, it's just pure sweaty.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah I've got one of them!"

　I thought you might get a little irritated, but the beetle, Mr. Beef, burst out laughing.
　The stag beetle next door is giggling.

"No, no. The nectar of this flower soothes my tired body and gives me a lot of energy. All the dirty guilds drink quite a bit."

　A stag beetle will give you such an explanation.If the beetle is a turnip, is this Kwa-kun?

"Kwa-kun has a good build, but he's low-waisted."
"Kwa-kun? You mean me? It's the first time I've ever been nicknamed by a race name."
"Huh? Because this beetle is a turnip, isn't it?"
"Hey! I'm not called a turnip by the beetles."
"Then what?"
"His name is Cabriel,"
"Something's missing!"

　Isn't it Gabriel? Is it not a patch?
　Is it like Louis Pitton?

"By the way, I am Marx,"
"Normal!"

　Are you Loretta?
　You haven't got any stag beetles at all right!

"Hahaha! What a funny brother! I like him." Will you have a drink, too.

　Cabriel points to the flower at my feet and asks me.
　Well, I'm interested in... I just had some juice at the parlour.

"Wendy, do you want something to drink?"
"Well... then, with Theron..."
"Oh, I'm sorry," We're in a great hurry. I have to get out of here right now! I don't think I'll have time for a sip of honey. Oh, that'sorry!
"...Yasilo, who do you want to cheer for or disturb Therons?"

　Estella blames me with a sigh at me.
　Cheering or disturbing?
　That's definitely the case, isn't it?

　I'll cheer for you, but I won't let you do it in front of me!

"I see. If you're in a hurry, I can't help it."

　Cabriel smiles fondly, not particularly concerned about refusing the invitation.
　These bosses make me want to go with them unconditionally. That's the type of person you are, isn't it?

"But, boys,"

　Such a nice bossy Cabrielle says this quietly.

"If you're going further than the flower garden, you'd better be a little careful."
"Is it a dangerous place?"

　gather information from
　I want to get all the information I might get. This is probably the boundary between expressing "the back of this flower garden."
　It goes without saying what the boundary is.

　This flower garden is the boundary between human habitats and insect habitats.

"These thirty-five wards are good for our subspecies. However, there are still quite a few people who still have feelings that are not good for humans. No, there's still a lot left."
「…………」

　There's something in Cabriel's words that bothers me, and that's where my consciousness gets stuck.
　"Subspecies"?

"Well, there are times when I feel a little offended or rude, but at heart I'm a good guy. Please don't be offended. That's right."

　say so and bow vigorously --but...

"It hurts!"

　Cabriel bowed, and the fine horn of the beetle hit me in the brain.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just... or, well, force majeure... or rather, I said.

　Cabriel, with a wry smile, scratching his head.
　There really seems to be no harm in it.
　I don't know how many years I've been with that horn... but it seems like I'm completely out of control. You're a dangerous fellow.

"Yasilo, are you okay?"
"Oh, I really want to get a kick back, but if I fight, I'll put up with it."
"Oh, um... please, calm down... oh, I'll put some medicine on you later." you know?"

　I'll settle it peacefully.
　Marx might have won by himself... Cabriel is impossible.
　I don't fight if I can't win! That's adult manners!

"I'm really sorry," Tell me if anything happens to you as an apology. It's helpful."
"What... what can you do?"
"We're movers," So I'm good at carrying things and flying them far away!"
"...to fly far away?"

　What's the mover driving away?

"Isn't it more efficient to throw away your luggage if you move close?"
"Handle it with care, my guest's baggage!"

　A mover throws his stuff, and in Japan, he goes bankrupt in three days!?
　There seems to be nothing I can ask of these guys.
　Never mind. It didn't matter if I bumped my head. It doesn't hurt any more.
　After this, I'll have Jeanette put some medicine on my knee.

　...can you sleep on your knees?
　If we could bring it to that kind of atmosphere... ...will Jeanette understand that kind of atmosphere? This rather disappointing girl, Jeanette, who will show off her daughter at the right time.Is it better to ask in advance?
　in a casualty And to make you take it for granted...

"Well, Jeanette,"
"What?"
"Put a pillow on your knee later."
"...what?"

　Oh my gosh!
　I might have been a little upset!
　Oh my gosh! It's hard to say that it's a knee pillow in real time!
"Oh, that's what you're aiming for," I don't know at all!
　Oh, no! It's ruined! You're not doing it!

"...I want to do everything over again."
"Do you want me to hit you with my horns again, Jillo?"

　Estella reads the atmosphere and dares to say something that doesn't read the atmosphere.
　Would you mind keeping your mouth shut for a moment? ...if you understand my dismal feelings!

　Oh, my God. What a mess!

"I appreciate your advice. If you listen to it first, you will be able to deal with unexpected situations."
"I see. I'd appreciate it if you could say so."

　Cabriel peeps at his white teeth.
　...beetles, teeth. a terrible sense of strangeness Well, it's too late.

"Well, I'm going now,"
"Oh! I hope to see you again. Well... was it Jiro?"
"Oh, by the way, there's a dog, a couple, a rotten pervert, and a breast."
"And why am I a dog?"
"Well, my hero. Are we alone?"
"Lia Mitsuru is often used, but are we alone?"
"You don't know what's rotten about us, let alone pervert?"
"Ah, Mr. Jiro! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... don't call me that."

　I've introduced them all together, but all my companions are complaining.
　I don't think there's any better way to express it.

　Cabriel and Marx laughed loudly and waved each other's hands apart.
　There were still many other insect tribes in the flower garden, but perhaps because of the pleasant conversation with the cabriels, no one came in for us.

　They are very vigilant, but they do not launch any particular attack if they are judged to be harmless.
　...however, I don't know if it's friendly or not.

　ruminate Cabriel's words in one's head

　Friction often occurs between humans and the insect race.
　Cabrielle's words bore the nuance of being exhausted by such trouble.
　If so, the initial attitude of the Cabriels is satisfactory.

　People have stepped into the flower garden, which is the territory of the Insects.
　It's no use being warned.


　Is there nothing we can do about it?


"Well, Estella,"
"What? I'm going to treat you like a dog by saying "hand" again."
"What is "subspecies"?
`--?!?'

　Estella was about to speak lightly, but as soon as she came up with the word, she got stuck.
　The reaction alone may be sufficient to explain.

　In short, it's 'that'said.'

　It's deep-rooted.

　She was thinking what to say... Estella fell silent arm in arm.
　wrinkle between one's eyebrows

"I'm sorry. If it's hard to say, it's okay to do so at a later date. But I want you to tell me exactly what you're talking about it."
"...yes. It's not hard to say, but... I'm sorry."

　Then walk for more than a dozen minutes without touching on the subject.
　The sweet, choking scent of the flower garden was fading away, and Wendy's long-awaited words were uttered.

"Good work, ladies and gentlemen. I'm here."

　It was a quiet ghost town, as if hiding from a glamorous world.
　I can't see a man. Nevertheless, there are signs of people... such a creepy block.
　I feel an eerie stare as if I were staring from behind.
　This is a suspicious corner lined with abandoned buildings that makes you wonder if this is really the 35th district. Pointing to the back, Wendy said plainly:

"That's my parents' house."


　It was an abandoned place where people would easily be convinced if they called it a psychic spot.


　Wendy, you... ...don't you say, "I was a ghost!"