Estella is grinning as she is swayed by a carriage.

"Hmm... a letter to us!" There's something cute about you, Magda."

　He seems to be quite happy to receive the letter.
　Letters coming to Estella are mostly work-related, so letters from close friends must be exceptional.

"Shall I read it now?"

　hastily unfold a neatly folded letter
　I peeped into it and found that there were several strokes and various words written on it.
It's very different from the simple Assent letter, 'Make a good living.'

"Well, there must be this much difference between me and Assault."

　Especially proudly, Estella looks at the handwriting.


'Don't push yourself too hard, Estella. You look a little tired, so you'd better eat a lot of fruit.


　It's written in small, round, very cute letters.
　This is a letter of millimeter, isn't it?
　Contrary to the chattering tone, it gives a calm impression.

"Millie's handwriting is cute, too."

　Estella makes a statement that would have been a problem if Ossan said it, and makes a smile that would have been a problem if Ossan said it.
　I'm glad you're of the same s*x. If you were of the opposite s*x, Milly would have avoided you.

"Who is this letter?"

　Gloatingly, I turn my eyes to the simple letters that follow.


"Kureasowase" (literally, gouge asowase)


"Imelda!"
"It's definitely Imelda,"

　a concise curse written in polite letters
　It's a simple message from Imelda.

　Estella's cheeks are cramped in plain sight.

"Hmm. Ignore this and read it next!"

　Ignoring Imelda's message, turn to the next letter.


"The nutrition I ate goes to my stomach..."


"... It's Magda, isn't it?"
"It's a strange coincidence. I feel that way, too."

　Personality also appears in letters.


'What, Estella, are you hungry? Then eat salmon!'
"Then rice is a must. Fresh cooking is the best!"
"Then I wish you'd eat seafood, too."☆ How about oysters? Oysters are called sea milk.~☆ Estella, you love milk, don't you?☆


　Estella's expression deepens her embarrassment, as she continues to hear messages from Delia, Loretta, and Marsha.

"Why am I being offered food?"

　The contents of the letter to the lord asking him to go to the twenty-four wards were 'Eat,' 'Eat,' 'Eat,' and 'Eat,' and they were in the countryside.

"I guess it's because I'm worried that I should eat nutritious food when I see Estella-sama, which is not developing at all."
"Natalia... One word too many."
"Well, let's cut out the extra parts... ...to Estella, who doesn't develop a certain part at all."
"That's where I said a lot of extra words!"

　I think Natalia's point is justified, but Estella doesn't seem to like it.
　Estella is asking for her comments to be corrected, but Natalia is willing to ignore cancer.

"Hey, Estella. Look, the next one is rather long."

　Show a letter to the two of them who will fight forever.
　It's well‐balanced and neat. Perhaps it's Norma, this good handwriting.


250g of chicken
　100g of soybeans
　Milk 300ml
　20g butter
　2 teaspoons flour.........


　Ingredients are written in a row, followed by instructions on how to cook chicken, such as 'cut the streaks and bake the chicken bite-size pieces with the skin down.

"...what about this?"
"Is it a recipe?"
"Oh, yes," And perhaps, too, too."

　I'll give the confused couple a clear solution that probably isn't wrong.

"""It's a recipe for white sauce gratin with chicken and soy beans made from plenty of breast-enriching ingredients!"""
"It's none of your business, Norma!"

　Estella leans out of the carriage window and roars far away in the direction of the Yodamari-tei.

"Natalia's view seems to have been right,"
"As expected, certain parts do not develop at all..."
"Oh, come on! Why don't you read the letter right away?"

　Estella folds the letter she gets into her pocket.
　You're not going to slurp, are you? I wonder how happy he was.

　Estella was blown away, so I and Natalia spread out their letters to each other's own.

"Oh, that's...

　Natalia gives a difficult look before I start reading.
　...don't worry.

"What did it say? Complaint?"
"I don't think I'm behaving in such a way as to receive complaints from others."
"'I'm going' ... '"

　Then, next time you should reflect on what you say and do.
　It's full of disrespectful.

"And what does it say?"

　At Estella's word, Natalia released her letter.
　Put down your hands holding the letter and rotate it half way up and down.
　I peeped in and found the following words, short and concise.


"Natalia, your own weight,"


"I know too many people who are going to write this, and I don't know who the message is from.""Do what is written here before anyone else."
"I'll do my best,"
"Make sure you carry it out," This is the lord's order."
"To the best of my ability,"
"Can't you be honest and say yes?"
"Yes,"
"...you can tell me,"

　Well, when you say dead weight, how much you weigh yourself depends on how much Natalia has to deal with it.
　Let's not expect too much.

"Oh! These lovely letters belong to Milly."

　Natalia turns her eyes to the next sentence.
　There are small round letters at the end of the line of sight.


'I hope we can go out together some day,'


　Come to think of it, Milly and Natalia may not be a great combination.
　For some reason, the flower arrangement guild seems busy, and Natalia is busy as the head waiter.

"Well, if I have the chance, I'll talk to you slowly..."

　Natalia's thin fingers caress the round letters of Milly.

"...I'd like to dye my hair... ...smile."
"'Keep out!'"

　Milly is already an important cultural asset in the 42 wards.
　We have to protect them from these dangerous people! Give them the city!

　Others said things like, 'Welcome to Jiro,' 'Don't catch a cold,' and 'Don't swing a knife around in another city.'
　It's more of a reminder than a letter.

　I'm afraid it's inevitable.

　Even if I was given a piece of paper and pen and told to write suddenly, no one could write a good word.
　It takes a lot of brains to express one's thoughts in writing.
　If it's what I usually think, I can easily put it into writing.

　I'm sure my letter has words like, 'Don't get carried away by your breasts' and 'Don't let yourself get carried away.'
　Open a carefully folded letter, imagining what they might say.
　There's -- '


My brother might be fine, but I'm a little worried because I've been on a lot of trips lately. Don't push yourself too hard.'
'Mr. Ottoman. I'm looking forward to the picnic. It's cold at night, so don't catch a cold.'
'Call me if you are in trouble! I'll run to you wherever you are!'
Don't eat and drink too much, stay up late, and push yourself too hard. Take good care of yourself.'
'Don't run around and fall down.'~☆ Let's talk about the ocean a lot next time~☆
『We look forward to the results.』 But above all, I hope you will return safely."


　They were all written in such a way as to express concern for me... and in the end, in Magda-like simple letters --"


"""Waiting at Yodamari-tei"""


　There was an order to go home early.
　......they...

"You're loved."
「…………」

　Estella winks this way with a straight face.
　Hmm... Don't think I'll be embarrassed over and over again.

"Isn't it okay? Are you jealous?"

　When I returned it, Estella burst out.

"Huh... I can't believe he'll give it back to me. Whoops... No, you've changed, too. Yes, it has changed."

　I'm shaking my shoulders holding my stomach to see what's funny.
　On the other side, Natalia's eyelids are closed and the corners of her mouth are mumbling. ...if you're going to laugh, make it easier to understand.

　I'm not disgusted at being relied on... anymore. I feel uncomfortable, though. I wonder why it's me. Why am I...? Why am I don't know.
　But there's nothing I don'

　People are attracted to easy-to-understand leadership.
　They tend to feel secure, trustworthy, and surrender themselves to the leaders.
　And I'm easy to lead the way.

　Fraudsters are required to have the skill to lead others into their own traps.
　manipulate a person by means of psychology and human dynamics
　If the destination is a trap, it's called a swindler, and if the destination is happy, it's called a hero.
　A swindler and a hero are on the same page.
　The impression changes depending on whether the result is positive or negative for him.

　That's why this guy is so bad.
　They are completely deceived by me.
　It's the work of my swindler skills.

"If you want to make a hero's guild, tell me. I'll think about it."
"It's a cold guild," I'm sure it'll be a bad money-gathering organization."

"Let's cheer for the heroes and show them our support in monetary terms."

　Basically, you can think of a bad guy or a swindler who always says good things to your ears.
　People don't do much to serve people with perfect goodwill.
　It's about the size of Jeanette, if any.
　Even Estella looks sour when it's likely to hurt her.

　Hero?
　I don't think there's such a guy who leads people with no pay, without regard to profit, with good intentions, and with leadership.

"If there was a man who was really a hero, he would have been seriously ill."

　I think it's the ultimate DoM or something.
　Or is it a dangerous person who has an abnormally strong desire for approval and who has an abnormal tendency to feel comfortable being seen by others?
　It's a pervert anyway.

　Estella and Natalia grinned all the while I was explaining the dubiousness of heroes. Take it seriously. It's pretty valuable, like a course that an active swindler talks about to keep you know.
　I'd like to collect the tuition.

"Well, let's do our best at negotiating in the twenty-fourth leg." for our benefit."Estella comes shoulder to shoulder with an unpleasant smile.
　If you're a big breast, you'll be puffing up the side milk with your elbow. ...I'm afraid there's nothing to touch my elbow right now.

　It's only natural to make a profit. It goes without saying.
　Estella dares to say such a thing happily, though. ... in amusement.

　Natalia pats herself twice on the chest opposite such a happy punch Estella. Then bend your right elbow lightly, slide it sideways twice, and wave your palm twice...
　I mean--

'Your breasts,'
"Even if you move your elbow,"
"Scracker"

　That's what it is.

　What are you doing?
Is it like bread, two, round, and visible?

"First of all, Natalia, I have something to talk about after dinner."
"I haven't said anything,"
"It's not safe if you don't say it,"
"Squick!"
"But don't speak out!"
"I thought it would be a loss if I didn't tell you,"
"I think!"

　...it's really lively when I travel with these guys.
　I wonder if I can't be as quiet as I am on the move...

　Let me give you a little bit of advice.
　They said it, too.

"Natalia, take care of yourself."
"I can't believe... that Mr. Jillo would warn me."

　Don't say it with a disobedience.

"It was written in the letter, wasn't it?
"Yes, indeed," I see, I'll take a little care of course.

　So Estella is next to Natalia.
　This will also correspond to what was written in the letter.

"Grow up, Estella."
"I'll do it if I can!"

　Is he stubborn!?
　You've all said the same thing in your letters!

"...I wish you would be fully self-important."
"I'm sorry. I tend to hyperventilate when I'
"What kind of constitution!"
"I think I'd rather cause a great deal of trouble to others than suffer myself!"
"Are you a socially unfit person?"

　Above all, I'm a kind person to myself.
　There is only one person in the whole world who is called "me."
　You must take good care of yourself.

"You guys, take better care of me."
"I'll give you back exactly as it is!"
"Oh, "I" is precious!"
"No, no, no! Will you take good care of me?"

　What? He came back exactly the same way, so he took good care of me.
　Most of all, how do you care about Estella? Do you want me to treat you like a princess?

"Then I'll carry you on my back,"
"It's nursing care, then!"
"I'll do "I'm not here" from time to time."
"You must have been a lullaby!"

　an unliked estella
　Well, this is why the aristocrats... selfishly.

"Well, Estella. Don't be so crisp... There's no one here, buddy!"
"Don't be there!"

　Screeching, the carriage goes down the road of the night.
　I'm sure it's because of the letters they gave me that make it more lively than usual.
　Whether it's simple or playful -- writing for yourself is delightful, and thus powerful enough for Estella and Natalia to get out of the way.

　I know and know well because I'm a swindler.

　Words have so much power.
　It moves people, shakes them, and makes them happy and unhappy.

　Handwritten characters are especially powerful.

　A daughter of the Aegehachian tribe and a man of nobility... it was probably because of handwritten letters that forced the ripped Silaha's to think of for decades.
　Knowing or not, Magda made the best choice.
　the best option to pull out the power of this relatively simple lord and make the negotiations go smoothly.

　Once this mess is cleared up, we'll be able to relax a little. I want to relax.

　These letters may be the driving force behind this.
　I was so excited that I thought about it as I was swayed by a carriage.

　The carriage continued to run, and as the moon reached quite high in the night sky we reached the twenty-fourth leg.






"I'll go into the inn first, and then have dinner." I'll get you a seat and get you ready."

　As we entered the twenty-fourth leg, our carriage followed Assund's carriage to an inn.
　I was also a little taken aback at the hugely big inn.
　It's the first time I've seen a four-story building in this city.

"You're making a profit... d*mn it."
"I quite agree with you,"
"Will you two not give me a black aura? You can stay at such a nice inn, so please be more honest."

　Estella, in charge of money, moans.
　It makes me feel a little better to think that it's people's money, but... I see, it's a four stories high.
　I've seen some large buildings next to me. The residence of Shiraha.
　Imelda's house has many different buildings on its premises, and although it is a grandiose structure, the main building is two stories high.

　Is it four stories high?
　It's inferior to Japanese hotels, but it's quite powerful when you add up the atmosphere of this city and the surrounding landscape.

"But the room I have taken this time is upstairs, so please don't be so nervous and relax."
"What, upstairs?"
"Don't be extravagant? It's amazing to stay here."
"That's true, indeed.For some reason, Assund proudly spreads out his arms and inflates his nostrils.

"""This ""Tsuki no Kurigome"" is not an inn where you can stay easily." It's a first-class inn where guests are expected to have the right dignity."

　If it's a first-class translation, wouldn't they translate it like a hotel?
　When I hear that I am staying, I can't help but feel the simplicity of a guest house.

"The dining room and bar are on the first floor, and the rooms are on the second floor, and only top-class guests can stay." The third floor is expected to be of the highest quality, and all four floors are off limits except VIPs."
"VIP,"

　There's no such thing as an elevator anyway, so you're going up the stairs to the fourth floor, aren't there? VIPs are daunting.
　So I went up, but after all it was on the fourth floor. There's nothing to look at or be surprised at."

"I'm not jealous at all,"
"It's strange. When Mr. Yashiro says it, it sounds like a real word."

　In this world, it must be a high‐rise floor where you'd like to stay at least once.
　It doesn't matter to me that I have been staying at the President's Room in Japan. It doesn't make sense.
　That's why... I'm grateful for the upstairs area where you don't have to go up too many stairs.

"Yes. The second floor is the best."
"You've changed your mind, haven't you?" Are you taking care of course.

　No way!
　I'm just feeling the shallow bottom of this inn, which is only about four stories high and is about to give off an air of luxury.
　I'm fed up with the intrusive sense of luxury.
　For a third-rate hotel that only glosses over looks and despises the basic spirit of the service industry.

　In the first place, it's cool considering the name.
　It's called "The Moon Cradle." It's a bit stylish.

"I'm looking forward to seeing their knees on the fourth floor." I'm sure he's shaking."
"Yes, I suppose so," But they are a bunch of ostentatious people. He must have a cool face while hiding his breathing."
`Heathers are plump, and he's a heartbreaker... Kekeke,'
"They say, 'Oh, the ground floor is so close to the ground.' It's funny... chuckle."
"Hey, boys. Will you stop making the night darker?"
"You two have a black aura,"

　I don't know what to do.
　When I think of the money‐worshipful aristocrats, I can't help laughing at them.
　Was Assunt contagious?

　The lord and his chief waiter seem to have no gloomy feelings toward the nobility.
　You can't come to such a place, can you? in a relaxed manner

"Let's go to the room anyway." I'd like to put my stuff down. Will Assent take care of the carriage?"
"Yes, there is a branch of the Peddler's Guild in the twenty-fourth leg, and I will lend it to you."

　As expected, it is a town of soybeans and malted rice. A peddler's guild sits down.
　This is probably the most money‐laden neighborhood.
　You have a good sense of smell.

"But Assunt," How dare they grant you your request?"

　Assund, who is in charge of the poorest chapters, was wondering if he would be up against the guys in each of the upper chapters... but he seems to be in a pretty good position.

"Humphu... I've made a connection with the koji craftsman. They -- I mean the men of the twenty-fourth leg -- they can't make me mean, no more."

　It was said that koji craftsmen were difficult to please.
　Perhaps the peddlers' guilds in the 24th arrondissement had no direct connection.
　There will be a transaction of the product, so there will be an indirect connection...

　Ascent, who created a new product and gave a favorable impression to koji craftsmen, is a blessing to the members of this branch, too.
　If it were a little selfish, they would listen to it.

"That's why I really wanted to stay with you at this inn, but I'm going to stay at the branch office."

　It seems that only three of us will stay at this inn.

"There is a room in the branch of the Peddler's Guild where only special clients can stay, and this time you will be able to stay." Well, I wanted to stay there once. Hmm, one dream came true."

　a happy snort of assent
　He looks genuinely happy.
　It may be relatively famous among peddlers' guilds. How awful it is to stay at the Guild of Peddlers in the twenty‐four wards.

　I won't stop him if he wants to do so.
　I'm glad to see the burden of estella reduced.

　Besides, he could lend it to the stable for free of course. I have no complaints.

"And in your room..."

　Ascent takes out two keys and presents them to us.

"There is one single room and one double room... ...so where would you like to stay?"

　Assunt looks at me with a meaningful smile.
　Next door, Estella purr.

　"Well, "Which one?" . . . . . . .

　take a glance at the amused assent
　Assunt, with his tongue glancing upward. It's not cute at all, that face.

　Natalia steps forward silently.

"Mr. Estella is a lord. Please take your time and relax in the room alone."
"What!? Wait a minute! So you're going to stay in the same room with Jiro!"
"Yes, I think that's more reasonable."
"What's rational about it!? It's not going to work, is it?"
"Any inconvenience?"
"You are naked when you go to bed!"
"'Is there any problem?'
"Can you not join us casually, Jiro? We have a lot of problems!"Keep moving forward and check Natalia with her right arm.
　He's putting his hand near Natalia's navel and pushing her away from me.

"It doesn't have any particular significance, because it would be a big problem if the chief waiter who protects the lord's residence acted in any other district!"

　He's saying that kind of tunderetic words, glaring at me again with a tunderetic eye.
　That's a shame. If there had been one more word, "Don't get me wrong!" it would have been perfect.

"So, if Estella stays in the same room as Mr. Jiro -- that's all right?"
"Huh!"

　Ascent points out, Estella freezes.
　His face turns red and a streak of steam rises in the chilly night sky.

"Well... well, well... it can't be helped... it's like this, and... there's no other option... I don't see it? Rather than a scandal... OK, right?"

　An excuse switches to self-disclosure.
　He looked at me with a red face and red eyes.........

"It can't be helped........."

　Even if you say it with such superior eyes like a maiden......

"I wish I were alone, and you and Natalia would stay together."
`-- what!'

　Forty-two brainy Estella and the perfect waiter, Natalia, did not seem to realize the possibility.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Ah, for Assent first asks Jiro "Which!""!"

　Estella starts taking it out of her head, blaming her for her narrow vision.
　Stop it! Stop it!
　The more you get angry like that, the more you'll please Assunt.

"Hmm... I thought this kind of incident would be a good memory for my trip. It's part of the production."

　Assunt, who giggles with a wink that is not cute at all.

"... Assent... remember...!"

　Estella grumblingly complains about losing, but her face is so red that it's almost half as effective.

"...beware of the darkness of the night,"

　......yes. You can't be fashionable, Natalia.
　You got a little annoyed by being tricked by me.
　For the time being, I'll put my hand in my pocket... I'm afraid, so why don't you take it out? I don't want to see a bloody tragedy.

　He tricked two sharp men and teased them, leaving the inn in a good mood.
　After leaving our carriage and leaving our luggage, we're supposed to rejoin and eat.

　...I wish I could join you.

"Dinner is Assault's treat."
"I will,"

　The two of us, who have been fed a rare drink, are colluding.
　Assund will then be forced to pay for his own prank. Well, you deserve it.

　Well, I think I'll go to the room by myself.
　A single room is comfortable.

　For the time being, I don't want to be in the same room with Natalia or Estella, who is completely naked and embarrassed. ... I'm not comfortable, you know.


　Fast enough to shake off the discomfort, I headed to my assigned room.