"I brought it!"
"""Deathne, which takes more time and effort to remove many flowers that have nothing to do with curls." I wish I had gone alone."

　Fill the basket with flowers and the knickers come back.
　Wasn't Carl bad after all?

　Well, there was no obstacle for them to take out the flowers.
　The fact that Gilberta didn't say he'd follow means he didn't have to.
　The insect race living here may be trusted by itself.

"Well, boys," Get out again."
"What!? Don't be silly!"
"Dear me!"
"Oh, my God. We're still in the middle of our talk. Look, Shiraha. Tell me about it, too."
"Okay..."

　Oh, come on. All of themselves...

"If you don't do as I say, I won't make the honey."
"Leave me," Both of you."
"'Mr. Shiraha did what men say!'"

　Carl and Nikka exclaim in surprise. It's a beautiful unison. You're close, aren't you dating? Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
　I'm a little surprised, too.
　I can't believe you obey me so honestly.

"Yasilo......I'm getting a little scared of you."
"Don't tell me... it's not my fault."

　To be so honest, I wonder... Don't pull back a little.k.

　To manipulate Silaha, feed. That's all I've got, isn't it?
　I'll shake the honey and give it to Shiraha.

"Oh, well," It looks delicious."

　After more than a decade, she receives a cup of flowers with an expression of emotion as if she had been reunited with her missing child, and speaks affectionately.

"Ah......you're living for this drink..."

　Beer after manual labor.
　I'm afraid it's too exaggerated.

"Is it that delicious?"
"Mixing honey... isn't it strange?"
"If you think so, go and drink it, too, at the flower garden."

　Everything here is for Shiraha, so I can't do it.
　Explaining this, he only whispered to Carl, "Go get some honey in the flower garden, just the two of you."

"Here we go, Dazo, Nikka! This, too, perhaps for Mr. Shiraha!"
"Huh? It doesn't matter? Hey, Carl... Don't pull me!"

　Karl forces Nikka by the arm and takes her out.
　Yeah. Men should be a little pushy, shouldn't they? Yup.

　Oh, now it's quiet.

"They're going to the flower garden hand in hand, aren't they?"

　Seeing them off, Wendy smiles.
　Well... I don't think they're going to be so sweet and sour...
　But Wendy seemed tickled as if she had remembered something, perhaps because she had done so before.

"Explode, Theron."
"Why is Theron not here right now!? Hero!"

　noisy
　We don't need any reason for his explosion.
　All you have to do is blow it up anytime, anywhere.

"Well, are you ready, Shiraha?"
"Yes, it was very delicious."

　The self-indulgent mode is over and Shiraha looks calm.
　That's the thing! You're the type to cry when you're hungry in the middle of the night.
　It may be close to Delia. ... much more troubling than Delia, though, for her lack of comparison.

"And what do you think?"

　When Shiraha calms down, she comes back to the table.
　Let's see what he really thinks.

"Do you miss your husband?"

　If this guy says yes, I can do something about it.
　If it were a no... it would be difficult to get Lucia and Jeanette's cooperation unless they wanted it. I'm sure they'll respect Silaha's opinion, and those in the 42nd leg... ...somehow... they'll hear Jeanette's opinion.

　That's why, Shiraha.
　I'm here quietly saying 'yes'...

"I miss you . . . ."

　...............Really.
　The tense air loosens a little...and sinks heavily.

　I see... You don't want to see me?
　Maybe he doesn't want to... deny the people around him who support him.

"Because..."

　Perhaps thirsty, Silaha puts his mouth in a cup of flowers and pours sweet honey down his throat.

　Ng, Ng, Ng, Ng, Ng, Ng!

　...no, no. Isn't it enough to moisten it?

"Because... I...."

　After gulping down, grabbing a flower cup and putting a hand to one's cheek shyly.
　Staring diagonally downward, I let out a humiliating sound of flowers.

"... I've gained some weight.""Where is "a little!"?"

If you're a bit fat and that's it, you're supposed to be very happy!? Then you won't notice, you know, "error!"

"I heard that you were as thin as your friend Jeanette."
"What's a bit of an impertinence!"

Are you going to be a frog in "The Judgment of the Spirit?"

　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　If you think about it in metric tons, is it within the range of 'a little'?

"In other words, as long as you lose weight, you can meet him, right, Mr. Shiraha?"

　Ask Shiraja to clarify her ambiguous answer.
　That must be duly confirmed by his own account.

"Well... I miss you..."I don't know."

　Shiraha smiled happily as she dyed her wrinkled cheeks thinly.
　Just thinking of my husband makes him look so happy.
　I'd like to let you meet...

　To do that, you lose weight . . . . . . . . . . can you?

"Why don't you try sewing your mouth?"

　If you force yourself to eat, you'll get by.
　You eat too much, anyway.

"If I can't eat... I'm going to die. Murder."
`Don't speak softly!'

　Do you understand the racial jerks around you?

"So if you can eat healthy and go on a moderate diet, would that be all right if you met your husband?"

　The Jeanette claps and organizes the situation, as if to dispel the faintly beginning to drift.
　A healthy diet while eating... ...can you do it? It feels like it's too late...

"Shiraha, can you exercise?"
"Well, I work out a lot these days."

　The unexpected answer turned my eyes wide, unexpected expectations.
　Honestly, I reviewed it.
　With this figure, it would be troublesome to move... after all, women want to be beautiful no matter how old they are.

"What kind of exercise are you doing?"
"Cham-cham-cham-cham-cham-cham."
"Hey, Gilberta. Bring me something to beat you."
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand, I'm afraid I'm in danger of my life, Mr. Shiraha. I don't think so."

　What's exercise about Cham-cham-cham-cham-cham-cham?
　You don't burn even one boiled bean's worth of calories, do you?

"Yasilo-chan, Yasilo-chan. Jean, Ken... Pong."

　Shiraha invites me to do scissors.
　Shiraha is par. It's my victory.

"Cham, hoe,"

　When I pointed at Shiraha and turned my finger to the right, Shiraha's face turned right when I saw her.
　I won in straight sets.

"What is it, Shiraha! You're so weak... You're sweating so much!?"

　Large drops of sweat were dripping down his forehead.
　The more the pot is left on the fire, the more sweat you sweat off.

"Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"You're too late, that!?"

　You won't be able to do your daily activities very well if you don't have enough oxygen on your side.
　He's not fit to live by himself anymore."

"This may be fatal if you don't let him lose weight before you see him."
"Well, that'said he. If you don't exercise a little more moderation, it will hurt your health."

　Jeanette. Don't hesitate there, just say, "If you don't lose more weight, you'll die."
　... Well, I'd be surprised if Jeanette actually said that.

"But Jillo," When I'm here, the knickers seem to keep spoiling me... honestly, I don't think I can go on a diet."
"Will people die because of their kindness? I don't know. Good people, too."

　Too much meddling is no longer good.

"If I could take Shiraha out, I could have her diet..."

　If I could take her to Yodamari-tei, I'd have Jeanette cook a balanced meal, get some exercise with me and Magda, and Loretta would work -- I think she'd be on a perfect diet.

"I think it's impossible to take him out, in fact." Above all, I can't give you permission."

　Lucia's opinion is reasonable, and not only Nikka but also the insects living all over the place will be furious if it comes to taking out Silaha.
　What's more, the reason is to meet her husband who hurt her.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Jiro."

　Jeanette comes in with a conceited look.

"Is it possible for me to stay here?"
"What!"

　What are you going to say, Jeanette?

"I'll stay here and cook a meal that suits you."
"No, you... What are you going to do with the shop? And donating to the church."
"The shop........."

　Moments. Really, just for a moment, Jeanette suggests something ridiculous.

"How about Mr. Yashiro becoming the head chef and selling only limited-time menus?"
"Huh!"

　They boldly seal the entire menu at Yodamari-tei and serve different dishes for a limited period of time only.
　Jeanette has suggested exactly the same emergency measures I had in mind to do so if for some reason Jeanette is unable to get out of the store.
　Honestly, I'm surprised.

　Jeanette thought the same thing as me, but above all, she said she was willing to leave the shop."

"Is that all right with you?"
"Well, yes... I'm sorry to bother you, but... I can't leave you alone."
"That's true, but... I don't know how many days it will take."
"Three days... No, two days." In the meantime, Mr. Nikka will learn how to cook. So what do you think?""Do you teach me?"
"Yes, I think it'll be all right if you learn how to cook easily."

　Sure enough, two days would be enough."

"But Jillo," What do people here think?"

　Estella says to me with a very anxious face.
　...if you're going to persuade me, I'd have to go with Jeanette. I'm going to let them speak out and force them to play the role of hatchet.

"They all have feelings that don't feel very good about humans. I'm worried about leaving Jeanette alone. --I can't go with you as you might expect."

　The lord of the manor will not be able to leave the house for two days on impulse.

"Well, I'll accompany you,"

　It was Wendy who announced her intentionally.

"If you leave a message to Theron from the hero, he will understand." It's like using a hero, and it's heartbreaking, but..."
"No, I don't mind a message..."

　Is it all right to let Wendy stay out all of a sudden just before she gets married?
　There's a man here, just in case by case.

"Then I will take care of your companion and bodyguard,"

　Then Gilberta raises his hand.

"With the authority of Lucia and Silaha to have men banned for the last two days."
"Can you do that?"
"Well, that's the case. You don't mind talking to me, do you? Besides... Jeanette seemed to have a relatively good impression, unlike anchovies."
"Oh, is it?"

　Lucia's spiteful smile makes my eyebrows curl.
　Well, certainly, seeing Nikka's reaction, I don't think Genet is bad.
　Lucia's words are unnecessary.

"Well... I want to stay, too, but... I can't rest at the shop..."
"That's all right, Mr. Milly," Milly, please give priority to your work."
"Well... I'm sorry?"

　Milly was so unreasonable as to ask for a reservation for this expedition. I can't push myself too hard.
　Are you serious, Jeanette?

`Well, at least I'll call you a little more!'

　Millie runs out of the room.
　Nikka's approval of Shiraha's diet plan is essential.
　Now, when they come back, there will be another trouble."

"Well, Mr. Jiro... ...can you do it?"

　I've tried to use force to say it, but I guess I'm getting more and more anxious.
　He's exposing his unreliable expression, as if he'd disappeared if he blew it.

"It is the employee's duty to protect the manager from his absence."
"Mr. Jiro..."

　It's just what you've said it yourself.
　You want to try it, right?
　Then you'd better try.

"If anything happens, call me at once."
"Yes! Thank you!"

　If you show such a happy face, you can't disagree.

"Shall we send Natalia, just in case?"
"No, it would be a nuisance to be so large. I'll leave it to Gilberta."
"Yes, sir,"

　Estella may be the most worried about Jeanette.
　Wouldn't it be okay to trust him a little more?
　I don't think they're that bad, either.

　And, in the meantime, there's something I have to do.

"Shiraha,"
"Yes, of course, I'm very welcome."

　I see. That's good.
　But that's not the case.

"Do you know where your husband is?"
"That's not it..."

　Shiraha glances at Lucia.
　Lucia?
　Does he know?

"I don't know where he is, neither I nor Shiraha. though I should like to see him."

　I can't see it.
　You don't know where it is, but if you want to see it, can you?
　Is there a way to call them?

"He's coming to my house for correspondence with Shiraha. I'll bring my own letter, and I'll go home with my own letter."
"What's that? Mendoksaeng,"
"It must be a way to prevent Shiraha from knowing her address."

　In other words, Lucia mediated between Silaha and her husband.
　The service is very good, isn't it?

"And when is the next time my husband comes?"
"A month or two later,"
"Is that so?"
"The fact is that I have only received the letter this morning."
"Did your husband come this morning?"
"Oh, only twenty minutes before you came."

　What a coincidence!
　Wow, the timing is bad.
　I wish I had come this evening at least...
　I missed it today, so I've been missing for at least a month.

"Didn't you write your address in the letter?"
"No,"

　That's right! Don't say it too easily.I don't know if they feel the same way, even if Shiraha is inclined to meet.
　If you've been waiting a month, you can't tell when we'll see each other.
　Moreover, she and her husband need time to meet and clear the misunderstandings of the people around her.

　If you do that kind of thing, Wendy's wedding will get worse and worse and worse.
　I want to avoid it.
　When it comes to marriage, timing is important.
　We can't keep this fever under.

"There may be some clues in the letter. For example, talking about specialty products."
"Well, if it's a description of something characteristic or of a unique culture..."
"... it might be possible to narrow down where that person is now."

　The information from Estella was informative.
　It may be possible to find out if you narrow down where you live.

"Shiraha, will you show me your letter?"
"Oh... I'm embarrassed!"

　Babaa, a giant who covers his face with his hands and shakes his body.
　If you were a catfish, there would be an earthquake by now.

"Don't you miss me? If you show me the letter, I'll take responsibility for finding it."
"Oh, you've said it,"

　Estella looks at me with her eyes wide open.
　Don't be so surprised. I'm a little surprised myself.
　Oh, I don't know why I said that. Let me see you!
　What if you can't... ...you must have gotten careless... ...of Jeanette.

"What!? What!? Why are you staring at me so hard?"

　Jeanette is a veteran of careless remarks and has even been inducted into the Hall of Fame. It would be as easy as infecting others. It's troublesome.

"Well, Mr. Shiraha," Mr. Yashiro is a very reliable person and always leads people around him to a happy ending."

　Hey! Don't say too many things, Princess of careless remarks!?

"Oh, really? Then I'll worship you."

　Look!
　Didn't Babaa start to worship you without knowing the meaning!?
　You're treating me the same way as Omichi! I'm not going to benefit you.
　Am I the Buddha?

"Why don't you leave it to Jiro?"
"Well, now... I see. Your eyes are not those for deceiving people. I trust you."

　He seems to be able to judge a man by his eyes, perhaps by his age.
　Well, I think I've seen a lot of course.
　with those narrow eyes
　Shiraha's narrow eyes are directed at me.

"Yasilo-chan is a good boy, isn't he?"

　Oh, that's too bad.
　It's foggy, his eyes.

"Well, then, your letter...I'm embarrassed, but I'll show you."

　a shiraha searching for the feet of a heavily seated chair
　I couldn't see it hidden behind my thick legs, but it seems there's a drawer there.
　take a letter out of a drawer under a chair

　a letter written in thin ink on a smooth paper
　It's lined with beautiful, thoughtful characters.


"To my dear???????


　start with an address
　I've decided to be fashionable, well...

　Just by saying this, I can clearly convey my thoughts.
　There's a warm feeling that we're in love with each other... ...at all. I'll do it for you.


Raindrops are tenderness
　　The time I can't see you is Lonelynes.


　......what?


Tears are accessories of love.
　　You are my nesary.
　　The bitter vegetable is celery parsley.


　Did you do it?
　You're messing things up beautifully, aren't you!?
　Celery and parsley have absolutely nothing to do with each other!?

　As I read a love letter from the 80's that I didn't know what a wrong rap was, I had a migraine that made me think that a woodpecker had settled on my side of my head.
　What a love affair!
　My thoughts are heavy...

　I glide over the thin sentences that never come into my brain... I write four sheets of paper for nothing... and I look at the bottom of the last piece of paper.


from Silaha


"It's a letter written by Temae, isn't it, Babaah?"
"Why, because he wants to read the letter...!"
"It's a letter from over there!"

　I want some information about my husband!Well, when I saw this letter, I started to feel that there was little expectation there, too!

　throw back a letter between the sentences like 'Yo che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che che

"If it's a letter that I have from the other party,"

　Just as Gilberta is about to knock off the meatman sitting in his chair, he pulls the letter out of his pocket.
　Well, did you just say that the letter arrived this morning?

"...if you have one, tell me soon."
"I was hesitant because of circumstances,"
"The circumstances are..."

He pushed me aside when I was going to ask him, 'What the hell is this?' ... No, I pushed him away, and Silaha ran up to Gilberta.
　Shiraha stood up... ...and pushed me away... ...bubba...

"It's easy to predict. It's not like this".
"... oh, I see,"

　It seemed to have been a well-known fact that Shiraha would run wild when he showed her the letter.
　Then tell me first. You've had a lot of useless damage.

"Awesome... Mr. Shiraha, you can move so quickly."
"Yes, I'm surprised."

　Estella and Jeanette are also too surprised to see.
　Wendy is pulling lightly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　snatch a letter from Gilberta, cut the seal carefully, read the letter chokingly, and relax like a girl in love.
　You're in a hurry. What do you think of him?

"...Shiraha, Shi, Wa, Se."

　hold a letter in one's chest and give someone an eerie smile on one's face
　Oh, my gosh... it's like an alien just before predation.

"...I'm so happy that I'm going to die... No, I'm going to die."
`So I'm not going to make any disturbing remarks!'

　I don't want you to die right now!

"Shiraha, will you let me read the letter?"
"...lovely enemy...!?"
"Who's going to steal what's going on?" Find out where you are."
"………………………lovely enemy …!?"
"I was listening to you!? Do you understand me well?"

　You don't need Zizi, do you?

　I managed to persuade the reluctant Silaha... Lucia and Jeanette played an active part in it...I received the letter.

"What is it about?" I'm nervous."

　Jeanette told me with a touch of excitement that it was her first time seeing someone else's love letter.
　...but you can't look forward to it. The other one had a wrap that had a Showa scent.

　Everyone will read it in turn... Everyone will be interested... at first Jeanette and I will look into the letter side by side.
　I'm close to you. smell a little sweet ......but it's not hitting my arm. What? I don't think so. I wish you would be more vulnerable.

　The letter was written in a manly and graceful manner.


"To my dear wife, Shiraha --"


"Ah... it's throbbing,"

　Jeanette sighs next to me.
　He seems to be very weak at this kind of thing. What a maiden!

　And the beginning of the letter was like this.


"Live in my heart, Sweet Angel,"


　"Sweet Angel" written in masculine, clean letters... well, I guess this is what it looks like, too...

　I gently restrained my sore stomach and turned to the continuation.
　I'm sure the content is decent... maybe decent... absolutely decent... if it's not decent, tear it down...

"It's been a long time since I said it's been a long time.
　　I'm afraid I'll overflow with words I want to tell you.
　　Even if you've used up all the papers in the world, you won't be able to convey your feelings.
　　Still, let me write.
　　How I lived in this long time...

　　In my town, cold winds blow occasionally.
　　That's when I think about it...
　　If you were next to me, we could have warmed up together.
　　A migratory bird asked me on the high sky I looked up at.
　　"Are you really human?"
　　I asked him why he asked me such a question.
　　"You have only half your heart in your body."
　　Well... half of my heart is in your heart.
　　We're always together, even if we're apart."


「…………」
「…………」

　It's like...
　It hurts... It hurts...
　It hurts even more because it's written more seriously than Shiraha's letter...
　It's a list of words like a trendy 90s drama or a more complicated underground drama. It's rhetorical violence by Poemmer.
　What, migratory birds... don't talk, birds!
　What's more, it hurts even more to think that this is written by Ziji, who is about the same age as Shiraha.

　Jeanette has been silent for a while.
　I'm sure he's feeling so stressed that he's about to get a stomach ulcer in this row of shitty cold sentences that he'

"…………."

　... "Kun"?

"...what a heartbreaking letter you said he,
"What!"

　Looking next door, Jeanette was half in tears.
　......yeah!What!?

"But... it's a lovely letter."

　Are you serious?

"What do you call a letter?"Uh, yes.
　The pain and coldness of this letter are ringing. I have a chill down my spine. It's too cold. I have migraines and stomach aches.

　But why, Jeanette? Why do you look so warm and calm?

"Ah, Mr. Jiro... the next page..."

　Urging!?
　What!? I want to read more, this letter!?
　I'm almost done, and I want to quit here!?

"That's wonderful...My heart is pounding."

　Yeah.........

　I don't know what's good about this, but something seems to have stuck in Jeanette's heart.
　Sentimental differences...or brainwashed...oh, that's not good.
　I had the courage to get rid of the bad brainwashing on my Jeanette... ...folded the letter.

"Huh!? No, Jiro! Let's read it to the end!"
"Do you want me to read this stupid letter to the end?"
"Why? It's a lovely letter, isn't it?" I look forward to reading it to the end."
"Yes..."
"Now, with you, Mr. Jiro,"

　I'll write this letter to the end... It's an ascetic practice...
　This is how even a Koyasan priest will run away. get one's mind

"Why don't you pass Estella and ask her to look for clues? You know, she's interested in other people's love letters."
"Oh!? Don't do that! Then I'm just like a dirty little turtle-loving fellow!"
"I didn't say such a thing," He said it was flat."
"You didn't say that, did you?"

　I don't have to say it. I always think so!

　But it's impossible to read through a letter that melts my brain...... six letters... oh my gosh.
　Jeanette will later be read with Estella. It's impossible for me.
　I haven't read it at all, but turn it over and look at it. It's painful to even look through. The limit is to look at it from a bird's‐eye view.

　and when I looked at the last one...

"Ah...."

　Jeanette cried.
　And the bottom of the letter. point to the sender's signature
　The name written on it????


Orchio


　the name I've heard somewhere...

"Mr. Orchio is an old man's friend..."
"Oh!? Are you one of the old Yodamari-tei regulars' 'Wrinkled Squadron Zizibaba Five'?"
"It doesn't have that name on it!"

　Thanks to the good offices of Grandma Mum, some of them started gathering again at the Yangtari Pavilion.
　They were all friends of Jeanette's old man, who used to be regular customers at the Yodamari-tei.

"But it may only be the same name,"
"Let's take a look at the letter." There may be some clues written on it!"
"Yes..."

　I wonder if I'll read it after all... ...can't help it. Focus your attention......read it! I can't do it after all the way!

　I was frustrated by the opening eleven letters.
　The whole paper smells like the bubble... "Your eyes are more beautiful than diamonds." It's impossible, isn't it?

"Oh, Jiro! Look at this!"

　Jeanette, who was reading the letter as if to cover my share, calls me excitedly. I think I've discovered something.
　I guess this is what the archaeologist looks like when he unravels a new fact from a slate...

"Here's the story of coffee,"

　From my point of view, I decipher difficult characters that cause haze, and Jeanette finds out the most powerful information in the letter.
I managed to persuade my brain to reject it, saying, "I don't want to see it anymore," and then I looked down at the poisoned text, which held my aching head and heart and threw out steam, and the word 'coffee' was certainly written on it.

"And what does it say?"
"What? No, if you read here..."
"Sorry, I can't. Tell me the content."
"Well... "I am in a world where the stars are watching..."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Can you explain it to me after translating it into modern language? Please explain it to me in plain language."
"Well... yes." I'll try.........

　Reading aloud will melt your eardrums.
　What is the world where all the stars are watching...

"I mean, Mr. Orchio spent his days lonely not being able to see Mr. Shiraha, but recently there was one exciting thing that made me excited and...."

　Then Jeanette paused and let out a trembling breath.
　Judging from his expression, he looked a little tearful and very happy.

"...when I was able to drink coffee from that time in a once-used shop."

　I choked up a little, but I cried out hard...

"N... the second generation coffee... ...reproduces the taste of the previous generation."

　That's the happiest compliment for Jeanette.
　coffee made by an old man coffee special to Jeanette
　A regular customer who knew about the time acknowledged that today's coffee in Jeanette tasted the same.You must be very happy. have no substitute for

"Oh, I'm sorry." -- yes, I'm all right now."

　With his eyelids lightly pressed, wiped, exhaled... Jeanette smiled.
　I'm not crying anymore. The joy must have been settled in Jeanette's heart.

"Well... I'm sorry." I can't put my face back on track."
"All right. You must have been happy."
"Yes. ... Oh, but now it's quite possible."
"Oh, now I can be sure to catch him.

　And I'd like to fly back to the 42nd leg right now and shut out the short-lived old man's old man's old man's old man's old man's old man's old man's old man's old man.

"When I get home, don't beat me to your share."
"Why?! Don't do that!? I'm not that strong!"

　Why do you ask? Do you need a reason? You're a big fan of this dangerous thing?
　I think it's because they're not strong enough to stop... well, if Jeanette says so, I'll give it up.
　I think it's better to pick out the buds of evil that continue to produce these harmful substances as soon as possible.

"Anyway, Assund used to say that people don't drink much coffee and only a few people enjoy it."

　Come to think of it, I've heard of it.
　Thanks to you, I was convinced that there was no coffee in this city.

"So if this Silaha husband has been drinking coffee recently, it's very likely that he's a regular orchio."
"Well, yes,"

　Shall we go back and listen?
　If you're mistaken, orchio drinking coffee, you'll be able to find him.
　It's possible to ask Assund to introduce people who buy coffee.

"... oh... it's heartbreaking."
"Huh.........that'

　Estella and Wendy exhale feverishly.
　...You're lying, aren't you? Tell me it's a lie.........
　They seem to have read Orchio's letter from me.
　...what's the exciting element about that?
　I still can't get goosebumps...

　Aren't the remnants of Showa too strong around here?
　It's called the streets here, it's called the Now... well, it's fine.

"All right! Then I've decided what to do."

　I'm done with the poisoned text, so I'll erase it from my memory...
　I'll go forward with my talk in a positive way forward.

"I'll go back to the Forty-Second Ward and see Orchio,"
"Yes, then I'll come up with a diet that will please Shiraha and teach Nikka."

　Jeanette, from today on, for two nights and three days...

"...call me at once if you are in trouble."
"Thank you very much. -- but I'm sure it'll be all right."
"I see,"

　I've grown stronger.
　...and I'll have to grow up a little.

"What's wrong with you? You're so busy calling me out!"
`I'd like to tell you about the treatment of the Watashi!'

　A loud voice comes into the room.

　Well... for now, shall we persuade them before we leave?