Four waiters were already seated in the annex.
　dressed in uniform clothes, with a beautiful straight posture, and a straightforward manner like a waiter.

　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　When were you going to start the interview?

"The interview was to be held after the bell rings."

　Marul is whispering to me.
　You've got a good eye on people's faces. Should we be happy if we don't have to ask questions, or should we avoid being creepy?

　However, it is now before noon, so he seems to have been planning to keep them on waiting for more than five hours.

　When I looked at Natalia casually, I wondered what she was thinking.

「…………」

　I stared at a corner of the room. ... a cat, you're...
　When I looked at Gilberta, I wondered, "What's the matter with you?", I looked at him in the same direction. ......what? Is there a spirit there that only seems to be the head waiter?

　While feeling creepy, I looked at the same place and observed it carefully.

"Oh..."

　Where Natalia and Gilberta were staring, there was a scrap of paper on the corner of the room.
　... did they find it as soon as they came in?

　I looked at Natalia again, wondering if it was an occupational disease. Or rather, he was glancing all over the room.
　Gilberta, too, was beginning to look around the room and feel restless.

　Their gaze showed a slight distortion in their foreheads and a slight stain on the wall.
　... astute. What kind of visibility do they usually get into the world?

"...I'm afraid they won't be hired."
"I think so, too,"

　The head waiter says something like that.

　I see.
　If you stay in this room for a long time and don't clean a messy room... or if you don't notice it, will you be hired? ...and the world of waiters.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Let's start the interview."

　When Marul smiled, the four service candidates stood up all at once and bowed deeply to the army.

"'Thank you very much,'"

　... Is it like that at a catering school? It's too much and I'll pull it the other way around.

"Well, sit down,"

　Candidates sit back in their chairs after being told by Marul.

"""…point deduction of points"

　Natalia and Gilberta mutter next to me.
　I mean, you guys. Follow each lord, not me.

"Don't sit down before you sit down."
"I agree, I should wait, if there are any signs of sitting down, Mr. Maul."
"No, isn't it rude not to sit down if recommended?"
"Wait a breath, I said. Whether you sit or not, it is important to stand up the Lord first."

　sit with one's head up
　sit on one's head

　...and the world of serving, after all, is difficult.

　Marul sits in front of the candidates and we sit in the chair that Cindy, the head waiter, offered us.

　The room is relatively large, reminiscent of a corporate conference room, where a long table sits. At the table, Marcia, Lucia, Estella, I sat next to Estella. Each waiter stood behind us, and Seron and Wendy sat a little further away from us.
　Across the table, there are candidates for serving sitting in four rows of chairs, looking straight up and down.

　...I have an objection to my seat. I'm an outsider.

"So can you tell me why you want to work here in turn? Oh, thank you for your name. Only those who have decided to hire will be taught."

　It's no use remembering the names of those who refuse. It's a little strange, but it's a logical, isn't it?

　There are four candidates. Three are women and one is a man.
　They're looking at each other to see who to speak from. ...whatever comes first, just say it right away.

"Well..."

　It seemed like it was going to take some time, so I'd call Estella.

"At what stage was that dress supplied?"
"What?"
"No, look. They're all dressed the same, aren't they? The guy looks the same."

　The candidates are all dressed in chic black dress.
　Although there are some differences between men and women, there is a sense of unity that makes it clear that they have the same uniform.

　I thought these things were paid only after they were hired, but they seem to have been dressed here since the interview.
　I thought…

"We don't supply you with your dress, palms."

　Cindy gently sends an answer from behind.
　Before I knew it, he was standing behind me silently. ...I wonder if he was also a martial arts master... I didn't see any sign of it. ...I was a little surprised.

　However, what does it mean that they don't provide it?

"No, because... it's the same,"
"All the young people who come to our interviews wear that outfit. I don't have to say anything."

　Is it like a recruit suit?
It's like, "Let's get this one first."

"It's a characteristic of this city, shall I say?"Yeah. I don't really like it, but...

　Cindy said in a discontented tone and gently moved behind Marul.

　Nevertheless, none of the candidates have yet begun to speak.
　We've been keeping each other in check. . . . . . . . . . . . . . or are you at a loss what to do?

"Come on, get on with it,"

　When I said that impatiently, the candidate shook his shoulders at the same time as if he had measured it.
　...are you all on the nerves somewhere?"Well, palm pippi. Who do you think will go first?"

　Marul asks me casually and happily.
　I wonder why I have to make a decision, but it's no use watching the matchmaking among the candidates.
　I say to the only man sitting on the far left.

"Say it in turn, that man,"

　At times like this, it is up to a man to take the initiative and struggle.
　Or if there are men and women, I will take the initiative in sacrificing men. There's no reason to be kind.

　When I nominated him, he stood up and began to tell me why he wanted this job in a tin-toy-like position.

"Mr. Maul's personality and character have resonated with the ears of an unknown viper in the form of admiration, and I have decided that if I were to devote my life to him since I was a child, I would be a wonderful person like Mr. Maul." When I saw the job offer, I was filled with joy, and I was able to apply for it without thinking about it.

The man sits down with a squeaking bow.
　What a firm explanation!
　In short, it's just, 'Marul is a celebrity, so I want to work there.'
　That's the reason for the lack of interest.
　I'm the best candidate to reject.

　Then the woman next to me stands up.
　This is the way they keep their over-straight posture, like a doll with wires.

"My personal character and virtue have resonated in the ears of an unknown viper in the form of admiration, and I have decided that if I were to devote my life to him since I was a child, I would like him to be such a wonderful person. When I saw the job offer, I was filled with joy, and I was able to apply for it without thinking about it.

　What?

　I couldn't help but look at each other with Estella.
　Estella and even Lucia beyond have blank faces.

　That's true, isn't it?
　This woman said exactly the same thing as the man she had done before.

　Marul is looking at us.
He makes a playful frown, as if to say, "You're in trouble, aren't you?"

　Aren't they really going to go to some kind of training school?
　That's probably why he was taught, "Let's say this at the interview."
　The woman used the first person, "Me too," after which she used the first person, "Waxi.
　Perhaps he used the first person 'me' as usual, even though the fixed phrase he learned was 'watashi.'

"Then the next person should say something different than the last two,"

　When Marul said with a gentle smile, the third candidate was clearly upset and strained.
　I looked around and stood up helplessly.

　Unlike the previous two, my spine is bent and I'm restless.
　The lack of confidence oozes throughout my body.

"Well... and, uh...
"I don't care," Tell me what you think."
"Well... then..."

　A candidate woman who bends her head at a subtle angle and gives a casual answer, who doesn't know whether she's looking away or not.
　There's a terrifying aura coming from behind me... and I saw Natalia and Gilberta with a very frightening smile on their faces... What? Does the head waiter learn to be murderous in this manner of apprenticeship?"

　A woman opens her mouth with a restless twist of her neck.

"Well... I'm sure everyone thinks it's going to be a big deal, but I think it's going to be a big deal to say, "Well, I'm worried about the future, so I think it's going to be a big deal."

　…………
　…………
　...... that's it!?

What's the word "but"? Say it to the whole time!

"Then, the last one, please,"
"Oh, yes. I feel the same way. I mean, I think everyone here feels the same way. Is that right, boys.
"Oh, oh,"
"Well,"
"Yes, I think so,"

　After receiving the answers from the other three, the last candidate sat down with a look of satisfaction on his face, saying, "Right?"

　...where's the honorific?

"Yes, that's the end of the interview. Then, everyone, have some sweet baked sweets and relax a little."

　The candidates look surprised as Marul declares the end of the race.
　...no, no. That's enough, isn't it?
　That's a big deal. The youths of this ward are:

　As soon as Marul declares his end, Cindy stands up and begins to make tea.
　After a few words with Cindy, Natalia and Gilberta start to move at the same time.
　I thought they were going to help me with the tea... they started picking up trash from the corner of the room and wiping the dirt off the walls. ...how much did you care?

"They don't like to let their Lord stay in the dirty room."

　Estella told me that she had been following Natalia's actions with her eyes.

"If it's true, cleaning up someone else's house would be rude to the head of the house... but this time, it seems that Mr. Maul ordered it to be dirty, so I think he got permission and started cleaning it up."

　Marul smiled as if Estella had guessed right.

The reception room for guests is the face of the hall. The dirt is like mud on the face of the lord of the house."
"And if your Lord was invited to a dirty place, you would be insulted, saying, 'You look good to that extent.' That's why Gilberta hates the dirt in the other party's drawing-room... he's a pretty fellow."

　The lords of Estella and Lucia lectured on the little rules of the feudal world.
　...don't do that. It's kind of scary that you're trying to drag me into that world.

　When Natalia & Gilberta cleaned up the room, Cindy finished handing out baked sweets and tea to everyone.
　Before I knew it, there was a small table in front of the candidates.

　Well, those candidates didn't move at all. I'm watching the Natalians cleaning.

"I suppose they are meant to be the 'customers' of this house."
"Or equal to us -- that is, pretending to be a lord."

　Estella and Lucia bring in acrimonious words, though they are not audible to the candidates.
　Or Lucia. If you put it that way, I'd be in a position like a lord. Or do you want to lump me together and accuse me of being rude?"

"Now, have some,"

　Marul says with a happy and embarrassed expression.
　Did Marul bake it?.........Isn't this wheat baked in a kiln?

"It's the same cake as the one at Yodamari-tei, which is not classified as bread, and we pay a fixed tax every month."

　Estella says to me.Taxes on personal interests, too... they're doing business badly.

　put in one's mouth a baked cake made from such a complicated process
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　But...

"Hey, this one. Isn't it really good?"
"I think it's good, too."
"Right? Right?
"I quite agree,"

　The candidates all raved about this delicate baked cake. ...praise and praise?

　I glanced at the Estella's faces... and put them back on the plate with a sour face. I guess it didn't suit my taste.

"What is it?"
"Oh, yes, that's it." I was just thinking that way, too.
"Oh, no! What a strange thing!"
"Well, first-class people understand... like?"

　It's kind of exciting, the candidates.
　…I see.

"No, it doesn't taste good, does it?"

　"Unlike the crispness of the tongue, the texture of ""nutta"" is somehow disgusting."

"It's not sweet enough, it's not crunchy, it's very powdery and it's rough on my tongue."
"Yasilo... You're very honest."
"Astella, that means you've agreed.

　However, the two lords looked happy.
　But there were people who didn't like my remark. They are the candidates.

`I think that's a very rude remark!'
"That's right! I think I'm talking too much!"
"Don't you think there's a better way to say it?"
"I think. Or, you know, aren't you a gourmet?"
"'Oh, there's this kind of person,'"

　be free to be told

　Even so, their tone of voice gets stuck.
　I wouldn't tell you to use beautiful words, but at least you should be careful with a stress-free tone.

"Palm Pippie".

　Marul smiled happily and even applauded me when I was exposed to the scrutiny of the candidates.

"If Palm Pippi was a candidate, I would have hired him right away. What a shame."

　Marul gazed at me with a joyful but sad face.
　...I'm hiring you? Is it because you're handsome?

"This baked cake is a failure. It's a mess."

　Marul sticks out his tongue, pretends to be cute, and slaps his head.
　I wish I had done it thirty years ago.

　Now, is deliberate steps taken differently in the category of `failure'?

"I don't like people who find this delicious." Food is very important... right? I'm sorry."

　Such words failed all the candidates.






　After the candidates left, we moved to the reception room of the main building where we were eating authentic baked sweets.

"It's delicious. I like these things."

　Estella, who had dead fishy eyes earlier, is gloating at the baked sweets.
　Squirrel, you are you? That's a slap on the cheek.

"How was it, palm pippie?"

　With a cup of tea in hand, Maul looks at me with interesting eyes.

"It's a phenomenon of perfect synchronization. Are minorities obsessed with the idea that they are evil?"
"The twenty-ninth leg... No. Most of the young people in BU are like that."

　Marul sighs in his cup of tea.
　mutter lonelyly, as if looking at oneself in tea.

"It's boring, I can't believe we're all together..."

　It sounded more like criticism of the "should be" atmosphere surrounding the 29 wards than against young people.

"Those who create small frameworks themselves and get in there are more likely to do so."

　For example, the so-called gal men who love and use eccentric fashion and unique languages often implicitly force their own rules on others.
　You have to dress like this. It's not cool to know this model. It's no use being here. Those who don't know these words are behind the curve, etc. ... In such cases, words like 'dasai' are sometimes used as if they were sins. Those who commit the crime cannot exist in the group.
　Because of these unspoken rules, they desperately pursue the 'fashion. Even if the fashions are limited to a very narrow world that only works among themselves.

　In a world where such strict constraints are imposed, a particular tendency will be observed.
　That's the synchronization phenomenon.

　An easy-to-understand example is the non-conclusive way of speaking.
It's a way of speaking that you don't criticize or object to the other person by muddling the conclusion and not coming to a clear conclusion.
　If the other person refutes me, I'll say, "That's not the case," and run away quickly.
It's very dull, but you can put both "so I won't do my best" and "but I'll do my best," so you can turn your palm around the moment you get the other personally.

　Also, a lot of people say, "Isn't it ○○?"
　This is a more straightforward way of speaking that brings the other person into tune -- "the same thoughts" = "the other person's side."
The correct answer to 『Isn't it ○○』 is 『Isn't it?』You can't say 『Isn't it true. It amounts to what they call a 'sin'.
　If you answer like that, you'll be excluded from the group, saying, "I can't believe it," "I can't read the atmosphere," or "I'm sorry."

　So they struggle to gloss over the surface.
wear an easy‐to‐understand mask of 'I'm on my side'

　However, the "self" that you've forced to gloss over easily falls apart and soon becomes worn out.

"That's typical of the candidate you know. I couldn't even use honorifics properly when I was banned from using regular phrases."
"I think it's an extreme case,"
"That's not the case,"

　Maul shakes his head in embarrassment at Estella's wry smile.
　Unless Maul went out of his way to gather particularly bad young people, it means that young people who gathered at random ended up like that... it's a pretty serious situation.More seriously, the synchronization phenomenon has begun to range from "forced synchronization" to "elimination of dissenters."
　If this trend becomes stronger, it could eventually evolve into a "self-selected bodyguard."

"""Self-recommended guard"" is a person who suppresses objections beforehand, and refers to the psychology of pre-launching negative campaigns such as, ""He's a terrible person, so don't listen,"" or ""He's always lying, so don't get involved."""
　Even though it is not a state of war, the whole nation becomes hostile to a particular country by expressing its intention not to welcome or exclude the enemy country. Quite a few people try to bring their people together by such a policy, and in fact there are countries like that.

　If the twenty-ninth district does that, this negotiation is certain to fail.

"Those black clothes, too, and no one wore them a little while ago.

　Marul offered a piece of paper.
　There were a lot of articles about fashion that was popular in BU and the food that was attracting attention.

　It seems like a tile slab.
　It's a single sheet, so it's not an information magazine, it's an information paper.

　Words are automatically translated, so if someone has a language that is suitable for roof tiles, it may be relatively easy to make.
　Japanese typewriters are complicated, but the alphabet can be simple.

"Oh, this is..."
"Oh..."

　Wendy finds something and Theron looks at it and cries out.
　After seeing what they're looking at, Marul annotates as if it's boring.

"I heard that people like this are in fashion now."

　At the end of Maul's finger, there was a simple yet tasteful illustration of a woman, rather than a beautiful woman...

"This... Natalia, to all appearance,"

　The clothes, atmosphere and hairstyle were Natalia to all appearances.

"Once every few months I get an article like, 'These are beautiful women.'"
"So this is a coincidence...?"

　Estella gazes intently at Natalia in the information paper.
　An illustration of a woman wearing intelligent glasses and chic adult-like black costumes with her black hair cut short.
　It's an illustration, so the facial makeup doesn't look like it, but the atmosphere is very Natalia. apparently Natalia The more you look at it, the more Natalia it is.

"That's why Natalia was so much admired..."

　Estella mutters with a face that seems to be a model of the phrase "I understand."

"Is the influence of this information paper amazing?"
I don't think you're going to swallow what's written on it. Especially, this just came out yesterday. Soon after its publication, that trend becomes noticeable."
"Did all the people in town become like that yesterday and today?"

　Lucia's expression is strong. There seems to be a touch of awe.
　Indeed, as far as the people of the city were concerned, it seemed to be an act of aesthetics that we had shared for a long time.
　If that's the reaction of someone who's just seen the information, then the influence of this information is considerable. Along with the city's enthusiasm to keep the trend at bay, it's crazy.

"That black dress, too, suddenly came into fashion one day." as soon as it appeared in an information paper a few months ago."
"If you have that much influence, I think you'll think about getting sponsors around the clothing stores to push out clothes that don't sell well."
"It's true that if it works, the information paper will make money and the clothing store will make a profit... ...but in this moment, Jiro will often come up with such a thing."
"It is common sense for money to flow to influential places."

　If the current situation in this city has been like that for a long time, the merchants must have been sniffing it out.

"So when I drew a beautiful woman's picture in black, which is now popular... this is what happened."

　Estella smiles dryly when she sees a beautiful Natalian portrait.

　And the result of the city's sight of Natalia, who looked exactly like a beautiful woman in what is called a "fashionable" outfit... oh, my God.

　I glanced at Natalia and saw a slightly complicated expression on the information paper.
　It must be something of a thought to know that one's popularity was created by a boom.

"I mean... the world has finally caught up with me."
"I sometimes envy you for your positivity.

　What a strong heart you have!
　You're sticking to the fact that your popularity stems from your own beauty.

"Is this information paper something else besides being posted on the bulletin board?"
"If you go to the store, they'll sell you." It's a gift, though. Give it to me, every issue."

　When Estella asks her question, Marul looks bitter.
　Perhaps they are willing to take advantage of the nobility and give it to their sponsors if it's all right. You look very confident, the publisher of this information paper.
　Well, if you're a nobleman, you might want to be one of the first to adopt fashion and put on airs, and you might be right as a strategy.

"Well, it must be a pleasure for those who are happy with it." I don't understand what young people think."

　Marul, speaking to the overcoat with his arms outstretched, did not seem to welcome the situation.
　Even in Japan, there are numerous examples of fashion magazines setting trends and imitating celebrities on TV and magazines that induce synchronization.

　In other words, this illustration, which is just like Natalia and has a strong influence on BU, is now at the forefront of BU, and is like a charismatic reader model that girls yearn for and boys yearn for.

"Oh, look, Jillo. here"

　When I looked at the article Estella pointed to, it read the headline, 'This will definitely work! An interview at the house of the aristocrats and a complete strategy guide,' and the candidate mentioned the model answer, 'Human virtue and personality are unknown even to the ears of a viper.'

　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

However, if many people swallow it, it is understandable that young people with similar ideas will be mass-produced.'
"Do you mean sharing information is reasonable?"

　After listening to the lord's conversation, Maul nods clearly.

"I love strange things. People like people who are different and unique."

　Marul says, looking away from the information paper and looking up at the ceiling.

"...every human being should be quite different, and everyone should be unique."

　There's no one who's exactly the same.
　Even if you see exactly the same thing in the same place at the same time, your impressions are varied. That's what individuality is all about.
　Marul seems to think that everyone is like that without looking for a unique person.

"That's why the waiter wants to ask those people who have a good hand in them. But it's hard to meet the person you want."

　At present, Cindy, the head waiter, is the only one serving Marul's house.
　I heard that he is running this large building by himself.

"Now that I'm years old, I don't want you to do such a big thing. I'm happy that they'll just help me spend my days peacefully."

　They just want us to be next to each other when we eat, to say good morning when we wake up before we go to bed, or to help take care of the flowers in the garden.

"That's why the interview is so easy. If you tell me something that excites me, I'll hire you right away. ......but it's hard to find a young girl who can clear up that 'like herself'..."
"Well, what did you mean by that room?"

　Estella asks Marul.
　On entering, Natalia and Gilberta frowned in an uncomfortable reception room.
　That, of course, must mean something.

"That's the 'promise' I make every time."
"I'm embarrassed, so I want you to stop."Cindy complains bitterly to Marul, who talks happily. ... or rather, I'm ashamed.

"When I was out of the house and started living in this house, you were looking for a waiter. It was Cindy who came at that time... whoops."

　smile at the recollection of those days
　It unravels and teaches you the important things in your memory, as if you hold your mouth with both hands and miss them.

"At that time, I was very easy, and I didn't even want to have an interview. That's why I kept you waiting for about two hours. So I went to peep in anger and found this person cleaning the reception room thoroughly."
"I had just moved in, and I hadn't cleaned every corner yet, so I just..."

　Cindy looks embarrassed and a little embarrassed, as if she had been exposed to her past failures.
　A potential waiter who starts cleaning without the owner's permission... certainly there are differences of opinion as to whether it's OK or rude.
　But it seems that Marul really liked it.

"If anyone comes into that room and voluntarily starts cleaning, I'm still determined to hire them right away."
"There's a lot of slack in the examination, really, of course.

　Still, no one is hired, and Cindy is the only waiter in the house at the moment.

"Hmm. I'll tell you everything you want to hear as a token of my apologies for the boring interview."

　Marle winked at Theron and Wendy, saying so.
　Perhaps they are hearing from Theron and Wendy.
　Marul seems to be cooperating with us.

　...maybe we're thinking that if we scratch BU, we'll be able to manage this whole city synchronization phenomenon that Maul hates...
　So, if so, the interests may be in agreement.

　So I started by asking this question.

"First of all, I want you to tell me why your sister will stand by us who can be enemies of your lord."

　Let me test whether Marul can be trusted.
　This cooperation itself may be a trap set by the lord.

"It'll be a little longer, but it might be best to hear my circumstances."

　Drink up the tea and place the empty cup on the saucer.
　Marul slowly began to speak after a brief interval before Cindy finished pouring out new tea.

"I was abandoned when I was twenty years old. With my family in this city."

　The story began with such a shocking remark.