When he reached the Thirty-Fifth Ward, Chibo got out of the carriage as if he were running away and went home as fast as he could.
　I've been nervous and at my limit in the carriage.
　I got out of the carriage, and as soon as I got out of Lucia's house, I was sprinkling a lot of scales... I guess you've had a lot of patience.

　Lucia looked indescribable, but she had nothing particular to say.
　Well, as for Chibo, if you want to go back to the 35th leg, take a ride, so I have nothing particular to do. If you want to go home, let me go home.

"Well, shall we go?" Go and get Gilberta."
"... well, don't be silly, just before the anchovy."
"Well, I don't know what you mean,"
"White... Here we go, everybody."

　Lucia, who was depressed but not depressed, never lost her air.
　It's probably disgusting that you're paying attention. He took the lead in a little displeased manner and started walking.
　But the reason I'm so sensitive to being attentive is because I realize I'm in a situation where I'm concerned. In other words, it's synonymous with admitting that you're depressed.
　When you talk to a swindler, you should be careful not to take such trifles out of him. The information is leaked.

　We're going down the road where we're starting to feel used to walking, in the guise of chasing Lucia, who is walking fast.
　Gradually, the sweet smell of flowers wafted and we set foot in the flower garden.

"Yes! You guys! See you again!"
"Next time! I'll have you go out for a drink today!"
"You guys... you're always here, right? Work.
"I'm here between work!"

　When we reached the flower garden in the Thirty-Fifth Ward, we discovered the Cabriels first.
　I wonder what they are. Don't stay here any time you come.
　And it stands out a lot.

"Well, I have something to do with you guys today."
"Oh? Do you want me to drink something?"
"Cab, you're very nectar-licking. You're going to have a hard time licking it."
"What do you mean by 'honey strong' ... 'drinking strong'?"
"No matter how much I drink, I don't get heartburn!"
"Come on, come on, don'tell me. Don't praise me too much."

　Are you complimenting me?
　I don't know... ...women!?

"Anyway, let's have a drink!"
"Well, let's have it, too."
"Well, I'll go and get it," Natalia, and Milly, help me."
"Very well,"
"Well, leave it to me."

　Estella and Natalia with their antennae headband on. Millies then spread over the flower garden. I went to collect the ingredients to make the blended drink.
　Natalia is taught by Milly.

"Oh, do you have any favorites yet? I'm glad you got used to the flower garden."
"But you're still a beginner, aren't you?" and he enjoys the flowers at his feet."
"No, I don't want to be a connoisseur of flowers,"

　I always want to eat delicious food.

"It's anchovy," What should I do?"
"You wait there," I'll make you a blended drink again."
"I wish to see Gilberta soon?"
"Then, are you going to Silaha's first.
"Don't you want me to drink honey!"
"Who are you?"

　Lucia is expressing her anger by shaking her antennae.
　I don't know what it is... I feel like I'm being entangled in something so troublesome.

"Huh?"
"What?"

　Listening to our conversation, Cabriel and Marx twist their funny faces even more interesting.

".........maybe.........the lord?"
"Nothing, by any chance, is Lucia,"
``Well, what!?'

　Didn't you notice!?
　Her face and clothes are Lucia's,t they?

"Because! Tactile! Tactile!"
"It's an accessory!"

　Did you just wear an antenna headband and not recognize it?
　It's not such a surprising transformation item, is this!?
　If it's beard glasses or something like that, well, I don't know...

"Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why,
"Oh, so, so, so, so, so, so, so! How could the lord dress like a subspecies of us?"

　I see.
　Because of the preconceived notion that the lord could not imitate a subspecies, brains would have ruled out the possibility that this lady of the antennae could not be Lucia.
　... no way, your assumptions.

"Cabriel, Marx."
`Yes!'
"I've said over and over again that you have the upper hand. Don't be so formal."
"No, no, no! But!?""Well, that's impossible, lord!? Because suddenly..."
"All right! Calm down."
"...huhhhhuh.

　Lucia's face is frowned upon.
　You're quite hurt.
　Even though they are aligned with each other at the same time, the local insect race keeps them at a distance.
　After all, lords must be scared.
　Even Estella seems to have been kept at a distance after being identified.

　by all means
　Someone seems to have to show me an example.
　All right.

"Come on, Lucia," Don't look so flat‐faced just because you're a little rejected. Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh!"

　I'll grab Lucia's stiff cheeks with my hands and make her smile.
　Oh, it's surprisingly soft.
　Now, the atmosphere is warm...

"Anchovy.........I'll execute you?"
"... well... it's a bad example of just getting out of here."

　Let go of the hand that was picking the cheek.
　My eyes are so frightened...
　The air in the place is freezing, isn't it?

"Why do you always go to such extremes?"

　Estella returns to the frozen space with flowers.
　It's a good time. Let's make nothing of the matter here.

"Now, shall we drink?"
"You're too bad at deceiving me, aren't you, brother?"

　No, because I've been staring at you, Lucia.
　I'm scared of the lord here. It's really scary.

"Well... the fool there is too much."

　An angry look turns into stupidity.
　Lucia glares at me, arm in arm, displeased. Then he turned to the cabriels.

"There is no difference between the lord and the people of the domain, but there is no difference between us and your tribe." Don't forget about it."
"An insect race?"
"Hmm... funny name, isn't it? It's just a race. It's neither superior nor inferior... it's not a 'subspecies' or anything like that. You guys."

The word 'a' has nuances such as 'poor' and 'misguided.'
　These guys are not inferior races.
　He's just one race.

"We are born in the same world, look up at the same sky, feel the same wind -- eat the same delicious food, smile the same."

　Pick a flower at your feet and sip its nectar.
　The petal touches the slightly wet lips and swings gently.

"Nothing is different. People are born equally, they have a precious time equally..."

　Quiet eyes turn to me.
　His eyes are pure and beautiful.

"Equality is higher than anchovy."
"Hey, lord there! Who is the bottom of mankind?"

　He says with an unclouded eye that
　Do you think so with a pure heart?
　You don't know where discrimination stops.

"Huh...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

　Open your mouth wide and reveal an honest smile you've never seen before.
　Gorgeous, open, and free of irritation. Such straight laughter echoes through the flower garden.

"You should be so brazen, too." That's a poor example."

　Which is it, good or bad?

"Oh, it's kind of fun. Did something good happen?"

　With lots of colorful flowers in both hands, Milly returns.
　It looks like you have a lot, but it looks like that because the millimeter is small, but it's probably a normal amount.
　That's probably why. Natalia is still picking flowers by herself.

"Lucia, you look so happy."
"Do you look like that?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"'Smile'?"
`It's very sparkly...
"Squeak!"

　Lucia crouches on her chest, apparently shot through the heart.
　Then he crouched down and held my arms tightly.
　I was suddenly detained and panicked...What's going on?

　Lucia's face, lifted up with a bang, was... beautifully loose.

"You proposed!"
"No, not at all."
"Millie is my daughter-in-law!"
"No, no. It's totally different."

　Lucia in a state of excitement about to bleed her nose.
　Do you really want me to put in a bun and bleed my nose? It might feel good to gather around my face and let out the excess blood that'

"Oh, hey... lord, thank you..."
"Well, that'said he. What do you call it? . . . . . . . . . . . . . "
"It's a pervert, isn't it?"
"Nobody has said such a thing, anchovy!"

　Even if I get yelled at while holding my hands...You've lost your footing at the proposal. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .'

"That's about the size of the lords, so you can treat them just as you like."
"No, Jillo," I think you ought to pay a little more respect to your lord."

　What's wrong with Estella. when trying to overturn a fixed concept in a nice way
　Don't talk too much.

"You're not talking about little breasts, Estella,"
"You didn't need the line, 'Heart,' did you?"
"Look, it's small again."
"You can't say 'say something'! Can you put it clearly?"

　Yes Yes
　It doesn't matter whether it's a quarrel or a curse.
　It's quite a pleasure to be able to argue with each other like this.
　Look at Estella's face.
　It's fun to say something about it.........that's not it. Rather, you're a little angry.
　Hey, what's going on? That's the usual thing, isn't it?
　...Are you getting in trouble now because you're always talking about these things...?

"It is true that anchovies lack some respect for their lords."

　Lucia swings to her feet.
　The atmosphere of folly up until now is all over the body with the lord's overbearing aura.

"I'll let you know the difference of status..."
"Wait. If you do that here now, the cabriels will shrink again..."
"Shut up, stupid people!"

　Oh, come on. It's ruined.
　It was a good feeling, and the fear of the cabriels was diminishing...

"You have always been smart! Once you crawl to the earth before me, and engrave your meanness!"
"What queen?"
"Shut up! Now kneel down and lick my feet!"
`Isn't she the Queen!'

　That's late at night, too!

"Lucia,"

　The dignified voice strikes Lucia's powerful aura.
　A slight breeze blows, and the air cools the skin and changes.

"Please be careful what you say and do."

　Natalia returns with a flower taught to her by Milly.
　With the expression of a dependable head waiter, he shows a strong spirit that does not frighten his superiors.

"Lick your feet, Mr. Jiro..."

　He's mad at me...

"It will only please Mr. Jiro!"

　Yes, it wasn't.

`The thigh-rubbing, calf-punipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunipunip
"Why don't you stop scattering groundless things in a loud voice!"
"Oh, no... I don't think so."
"Don't pull, Lucia!"
"...raw-footed perist,"
"You don't give me a strange title, Estella!"

　I'm going to eat your bare feet, you know.

"So, Lucia," You, the lord of the manor, shouldn't say, 'I want Mr. Jiro to walk barefoot!'"
"I didn't say that, Claremona's chief waiter!"
"'Mr. Jillo wants to have his lower body flapped,' and so on!"
"Your expression is getting worse! You're not saying it on purpose, are you?"

　What are you saying?
　It must have been decided entirely on purpose.

"Brother, you... no way, to the lord..."
"Human beings are amazing..."
"No! No! You're wrong!"

　Intermingled with respect and awe, Lucia shakes her antennae and denies it.
　Oh! The distance has shrunk a little, hasn't it? I see. Was it in anticipation of this, Natalia?
　All right. ...I'll give you a good punishment.
　Between reward and bully...

"Yes, Jillo. I made a drink."
"How dare you and your chief waiter make a drink for yourself, Estella said.
"Well, it's the usual thing,"
"You've got Lucia involved... and you've got a lot of course.

　After all, staying overnight with Lucia will make you feel like, 'Oh, this person doesn't have to be reserved.'
　I can imagine it somehow.

"Wow!? What's this!? Oh, my God!"
"I've never tried anything like this!"

　Milly seemed to have recommended blended drinks to the cabriels, with beetles and stag beetles dancing wildly for their first taste.

"Lord! Was this invented by the lord?"
"Huh? No, this is what the anchovy started to do. So if I were to force you to name it... it would be 'sardine drink.'"
"Don't do that. I almost got worse all at once."

　It contains no sardine ingredients.

"Then, how about taking the name of Mr. Jiro and 'Jirojiru'?"
"Don't do that, Natalia," I'll spit it out, including what I've had. and I'll throw it at him.""Hey, Natalia," You've got a lot of luck here's what you've got. Apologize to me first."

　I don't care what the name is. It's just a derivative of the whole thing.
　It's nonsense that shaved ice is covered with syrup and "what flavor is it' It's impossible to understand.

"Well... this drink tastes so good when all kinds of flowers come together... ...when the ladybugs and the ladybugs get along like this... ...I'm sure they'll be very...happy."

　Unusually, Milly is expressing her opinion.
　I don't like to get attention, so I'm not the type to come forward very much.
　Maybe they were inspired by this drink... maybe they started to think they had to change.
　He expresses his determination with a bright red face. That seemed to be the case in point.

"I think so, Milly," This drink may be symbolic to create a world where people from different races work together even more than ever before."
"Wow. This drink is the same as in this world, isn't it? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .."

Milly's cheeks blush further, perhaps because the word 'love' was embarrassing.
　Wow... I'm embarrassed, Milly, I'd like to take a dozen home...

"That's why," If you don't mind... ...the name of this drink is "Loveju..."
"Stop, Milly!"

　...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
　......let's not name it. I don't want to hear it from Milly. My heart aches.

"I'll take 'Flower Nectar' for this drink."

　I think it would have been like that if 'hana no nectar' were translated into English.
　That's all right, isn't it?

"Necter? What a lovely name."

　No, Estella. Nectar is a drink made from crushed fruit.Oh, well, I don't mind, Nectar.

`Neck!' It's a pretty name, Milly, you might like it."
"You're anchovy, but you're going to do it."

　It seems to be generally well received, and I'd like to make a decision as it is. but
　Natalia has a brooding face.

"... Uh-huh,"
"Is there anything you're curious about?"
"No... I can't take it in an obscene direction, no matter how deeply I read it."
"Don't waste your time..."

　This is a beautiful flower garden, so let's clean up our hearts and minds.
　I think it's probably a stubborn stain or something.

"Huh! Nectar?" You've taught me a good thing."
"Let's spread this! The people at work will love it!"
"Well! Do you mind, brother?"

　The Cabriels seem to have taken a great liking to the Nectar.
　Well, anyone can do it as long as they know the kinds of flowers to prepare, and it's originally prohibited from being brought out, so it can't be made no difference.

"Do as you please,"
"That's great! I'll work you back! Tell me anything if anything happens! This is my second time to tell my brother this, so I'll ask him quite a bit of course.
"Oh, I see! That's a relief."

　Nectar's story got to the point.
　I had a favor to ask of these guys.
　muscle cramps in a mover
　Moreover, they said they would 'throw' heavy loads if they were moving close.

"I want you to throw something high in the sky. It's much higher."
"What? What a strange request!" ...but it'll be interesting, won't it? Tell me the details."

　Cabriel's face changes.
　with boyish curiosity in the stern expression of craftsmanship
　You've got a bite on me. All right, I like it.

"Throwing is a ball that causes a great explosion within ten seconds of lighting."
"What!"
"Explosion!"

　The flower garden is buzzing for a moment over the disturbing word.
　A tribe of insects at the flower garden look at me for what was going on.

"It's all right. If you don't handle it wrong, there's no danger."

　I'm sure Regina and Theron will complete the safe fireworks.

　I'll explain the fireworks to the cabriels.
　It's such a beautiful art of fire that it's perfect for a day of celebration. And it's something that can't be created without an insect race.

"I want your cooperation. for the happiness of a new couple."
"Human-insect marriage is celebrated by the cooperation of human-insect marriage... if that is possible, we may be able to make further strides." and the hardheaded ones."

　Of course, it was designed to be so.

"And how high should I throw it?"
"About 150 meters above my head,"
"Oh!? 150...?"
"I want you to get there in more than 10 seconds."
"So, would it be ideal to throw it with the intention of flying about 200 and then explode around 150?"
"Well, yes,"

　The fireworks we make will be about 60 meters in diameter in the event of an explosion occurs.
　Spherical fireworks must be burst up about times above the diameter for safety.And it looks more beautiful if you go up that high.

"Can you?"
"I don't care if I don't try... but! I'll try."

　The craftsman's eyes were filled with flames.
　I don't mind a guy with eyes like this. I'm sure they'll make it.
　Somehow, these guys must have been hungry for work.
　He looks very similar to his boss when he sees a difficult, difficult, and worthwhile job.

"It would be helpful if you could come to the Forty-second leg a few times and practice."
"Leave it to me! I'll go overnight for a few days!"
"Mr. turnip! Me too! I want to go there too!"
"Oh! I'll get into the Forty-second Ward, looking up to some people who might be able to use it.
"Thumb!"

　They seem to have been very motivated.
　I mean, you guys haven't worked, haven't you know. They decided on a night‐long expedition at once in a while. Milly was running around all over the place to spend the day...

"But I'm a little sad to think that I won't be able to drink the honey here for a while."
"Well... I'm afraid so,"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

　Milly shakes as if she had been waiting for this topic.
　Stiff and tense, she gazes at Lucia with a powerful, utterly helpless eye.

"Well, if you could give me permission, I'd like to make candy out of this honey."
"Candy?"

　It's a new hobby that Milly recently started.
　They grow flowers from Becko's house and make candy out of the nectar.
　It seems that the amount of nectar that can be harvested was small, and that it would be kept to a hobby.
　I think I've changed my mind a little since I took the Nectar.
　I'd love to make this taste candy... It's a very commercial idea.
　Candy made from the nectar of the flower garden was something I had in mind. Milly is approaching me.........what a disturbing feeling! Don't be as perverse as me, Milly. Who's perverse? impertinence

"But I don't want to make use of the nectar of the flower garden in my business..."
`I won't sell it!'
"For gift...?"
"Why don't you let me do such a business?"

　Even though it's for gift use, money may move if it becomes popular.
　So you can make a reservation and hire a craftsman for it.

"With the joint development of the flower arrangement guild and the 35 wards, you can make this taste the best of the insect race. You can use the proceeds to maintain the flower garden."

　Then he snaps at Lucia, who still looks difficult.

"You can give the job to those who don't have a job."

　Wendy's parents didn't look like wealthy people.
　Perhaps those once called 'subline' don't have decent jobs.
　The lord can arrange for them a job.

　By adding Milly to the development, Milly would have no complaints if she could personally get the nectar and give back the rest of the profits.

"Well... you are eager to make exceptions, but if you do not grant them."
"If you do, you'll see Milly regularly."
"Let's accept the special case! I'll talk to the head of the flower guild and start developing it as soon as soon as possible.

　Yup.
　This lord is the worst in a good way. in a good way

"Good! If you can taste the honey here, candy or anything, I'll get into the Forty-Second Ward!"
"Yes, Mr. Cab!"

　Now we've managed to get the fireworks going.
　Then I will bring together Silaha and Orchio to reform the consciousness of the insect race.


"Mr. Jiro!"


　I heard a nostalgic voice riding on the wind.
　It's as soft and warm as the spring sunshine... ...like a sunny voice...

　Looking back...

"... Jeanette,"

　Jeanette was running hard toward us.
　with a great ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-

"You're running too late!"

　As always, Jeanette stinks.
　But it was so Jeanette-like...

"Mr. Jiro!"

　As he came up to me, Jeanette sprang at me with open arms.
　straight to my chest
　I'll extend my arms and welcome Jeanette.

　It's only been two days, but I'm exaggerating...

　I hugged Jeanette to rejoice at the touching reunion, and was ripped off by Natalia.

"The milk that shook too much is really bad! But that's good!"
"Ahhhhhhuh!?"

　On the verge of breaking in, Natalia hugs Jeanette and rubs her left pie with her right hand in the confusion.

"Oh!? What I was going to do!"
"Did you try to do this? Please confess!"
"Why me?"

　Natalia, the fool, smashed his touching reunion... well, it was exaggerated in only two days... if you think about it carefully, the shame of hugging each other would kill you. . . . . as a result, Natalia.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Well, it's been a long time, and I'm a little confused."
"No, I was so stupid that I got upset."
"I didn't tell you, Jeanette's apology. Don't snatch it there. and you should confess whatever you want."

　Jeanette seems to have come back to life, with a shy, "I'm relieved that it's failed."

"So why did Jeanette go to the flower garden? Were you going home?""Oh, no. We were taking a little walk, two of course.

　Two. Is it Gilberta?
　Looking back at Jeanette, I saw a neat little old man standing there.
　It's a little shorter and thinner than Jeanette.
　The beautiful butterfly feathers on the back are probably the cause of the Aegean tribe.
　The gray hair, tinged with white, is brought together to create a calm atmosphere overflowing with elegance.
　some very rich lady That's the impression of an old woman.

"Oh, my God. Long time no see, Yashiro."
"... to?"

　I've never met such an elegant old woman in my brain.
　Near miss... Did you just see it somewhere?
　But the other person remembers my face and name... "Yashiro-chan"?

　I looked at the old woman's head in amazement.
　The antennae swaying in front of his head were half to half empty on his right.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　It was a shiraha who had already gone to the level of a different person.


　Jeanette, you... ...what kind of poison did you cause?