"My knight," Tell me your name. I'll do it with special memory."

　Libekah (nine years old, looks five years old) is a koji craftsman who sits on the upper seat in high spirits and turns his back and points at me.
　Princess, I thought I'd hit her on the broadened knee, but well, that's all right? It's convenient for these children to keep themselves on track.

"I beg your pardon, princess, for speaking my name to her beautiful ears." My name is Ova Yashiro."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

　Adult consideration to suit your tastes... That's why you're a kid.
　...and Estella. Stay away from me and don't rub your whole body with a look like "Wow... You're not getting goosebumps.

　That's enough. I'll just go.

"Well, will you forgive me for speaking like this?"
"Well, a man's character shows his face. That looks better on you, doesn't it? It's a dirty language, but it's going to forgive you specially."
"Well, thank you, my princess,"
"Hmm! It's tickling,"

　Ribeka rips around the neck and rolls around on the sofa.
　I don't think I've ever been treated this way, and I'm very excited.

"... he's such a horrible man, isn't he?"
"Really, if you're a woman, you're old, you're young, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you're old, you you're old,

　Estella and Assent are talking nonsense over there.
　Don't blame me for my poor negotiating skills. I'm the standard, and you guys don't have enough effort.

　Most of the time, it's parents who make big purchases at home or in a car, and their weakness is usually their children. What children like can be said to be one of the fundamentals for making a big deal happen.
　If you want to make an operating profit, be liked by your kids.
　If a child lover is seen in the wind, the reputation of a third party will rise to a favorable impression.

　That's the basis of a swindler.

　Well, I guess they don't know because they're not con artists.

"Mr. Jiro likes children,"

　Natalia is mistaken.
　It's true that I'm strangely fond of church kids and hamsters, but I don't like children. They're just liking me on their own.
　He is also called a natural enemy of a swindler because he can't communicate with kids.
　It's just a prop to trap our negotiators.

　However, if the negotiating partner is a kid, we need to adjust to it.
　I don't like it, but I'm good at it.
　That's all I'

"...in a s*xual sense."
`I'll say no to that!'

　a correction
　Natalia is not mistaken.
　That's malicious.

"My knight,"

　Rebekah bends her index finger up to call me.

"I'll give you permission to sit next to an eagle." I'm going to sit here."

　Then, tap on the sofa.
　It's a gesture to sit next to me.

"Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
　He often looks like a kid when his relative's brother comes to visit.
　In short, "I got a toy" is the face of the moment.

"Well, excuse me,"

　My seating order changes because of the change in my seating position.
　I'm next to Libeka.
　Estella sits opposite me and Assund sits opposite Libeka.
　Natalia stands quietly behind the Estella.

　Then I found Bartha standing by the door.
　Libeka's right-hand man, who manages the whole rice malt factory.
　I guess he's like the head waiter of the lord. There's no sign of it's just like that.

　After a while each sits down, a few women come into the room who seem to be factory workers. Then, they replaced the tea that had been served before us with a new one, and quickly.

"Well, when it comes to business negotiations, I've mostly had a conversation with Assent. This time, the main theme is to taste the soy sauce and to share other interesting stories. Don't be so stiff, just take it easy."

　He sends Bertha a twirl of his finger as he speaks.
　Bartha walks out of the room with a deep bow. They probably went to get bean paste.

`Oh, my knight,'

　I put my elbow on my thigh and Libeka peeps into my face.
　I guess he's too much physical contact because he's a preschooler.
　Come on, you! They don't call me by my name at all, even if I remember my name.

"I've known the name Obajillo for a long time," Is the Onushi the man who produced the bean paste?"
"I didn't make it," I just showed you how to make seasonings in my hometown."

If you think you're a "birth parent," you'll have to pretend that you're going to make new seasonings, and you'll be driven into research.
　I can tell you what I know, but I can't touch anything I don't know. He's just an amateur with a little knowledge. I have no intention of changing my position.

"Well, aren't you humble? It doesn't suit my face."

　Libeka shakes her shoulders and laughs.
　There are so many words like this that it's very childish.

"And what do you mean by "other interesting stories?"
"I want you to teach me new, innovative and exciting seasonings like bean paste sauce."
"I don't know,"

　Can you think of any new seasoning?
　There are a few ways to use soy sauce.`Well, I see... I was expecting a little... '
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

　For some reason Assault bows to Libeka, who looks regretful.
　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Oh, no. I'm not saying anything."

　As if you've read my expression, Assund is quick to say an explanation.

"But I was expecting a certain amount of Jiro-san... and I understand very well how disappointing he is."

　...what a roundabout "disappointed" declaration!
　You're not disappointed with your own expectations.

"Well, I'll give you a quiz. We give special presents to those who get it right."

　a sudden quiz time
　This is also very childish. When you're dealing with kids, you're faced with them over and over again, this sudden quiz time.

"A dog often eats, too, too. How is that miso made?

　A strange clause at the end of the word brings in questions from Libekas.
　It's not so much a quiz as just a matter of knowledge.

　Libeka was the first to nominate me, but when I said, "I know you," she turned to Estella.

"Hey, lord of the forty-two wards," I'll answer it."
"Well, let's see..."

　Estella likes the miso soup that Jeanette makes, but she's not the type to look into how to make it. Or perhaps they even know how to make miso soup.
　This guy is basically only familiar with the 42 wards.

　Estella turns to Natalia for help.
　In response, Natalia gently raised her hand and turned to Libeka.

"May I answer on behalf of Mr. Estella?"
"Well, that's all right. allow"

　There is a good place to drink in the 33 wards -- Natalia, who knew such information. It's highly likely they're gathering information from other wards to help Estella.
　Moreover, I knew in advance that I was going to see a koji craftsman. I'll look into the least.

　Without much concern, I waited for the answer from Natalia's mouth.
　Natalia doesn't show any impatience at all and speaks with ease.

"First of all, I'll catch wild miso."
"You're lying!"

　rise to one's feet in spite of an unexpected answer
　Wild miso?

　Then what?
　Are you saying that the brown, sticky object has arms and legs running about in the woods?

"The tool I use is a fishing rod."
"Sea!? Are you in the sea?"
"Phew, Mr. Jiro," Just kidding. If there were miso in the sea, the sea would turn into miso soup, wouldn't it? . . . . . . river."
"The river will turn into miso soup!"

　To what extent Natalia is serious, she gives me such an answer without changing her expression.
　Seeing Estella's expression on her face, I don't think she believes it.

"Hmm. She's a funny woman."

　Libeka, however, has an amused smile.
　He doesn't giggle, but he looks in a good mood.

"Beauty is intelligent, after all,"
"Well, well, yes,"
"Natalia, be humble!"

　Estella's quick tsukkomi enters Natalia.
　But when I saw Natalia, "beautiful" was... I mean, she was beautiful, but I was a little bothered by Libeka's way of saying it.
　I didn't say 'beautiful' by looking at her face, but I knew what someone defined as 'this is what a beautiful woman is' as 'information'… that's how she spoke.
　I wonder if he's looking at that information paper, too.

"But it's a failure,"
"What!"

　No, I was like, "What?"
　It's definitely a failure!?

"Mr. Natalia," Miso is made by mixing soybeans and malted rice and putting them to sleep."

　Assunt tells Natalia the answer that is too misguided.
　At that moment, Natalia's eyes changed.
with cold eyes like "...what is he talking about?"

　Oh, Natalia's guy, did you know he was stupid?

「…………」

　Libeka, who was smiling and cheerful next to me, suddenly became quiet.
　Yes, because Assund stepped over a mine.

"Oh, that? Wasn't it?"
"………………No, sir. Is it correct?"

　Libeka's ears flutter and say the answer in a very low voice.

　...... Assent. Do you know the promise?
　The primary purpose of quizzes is to guess the answer, but what's more fun than that is to worry about mystery.
　I didn't know I and Estella had to answer it yet... let alone the hard answer that came to mind, but the answer that flaunted the knowledge I knew beforehand... that it would cool down.

　And Assunt.
　Never forget this.

　Children are creatures that "want to tell you the answer."
　Sometimes you have to come up with a simple question, "Tell me the answer."

　Theory and logic don't work with kids.
　Kids are all emotional creatures.
　It's no logic.
　Is it fun or not? That's what matters.
　See? Libeka has bent her head.

"...I wonder if I should stop dealing with the peddler's guild."

　Hey! You're not muttering horrible things in a low voice.If soy sauce doesn't come out, the demand for buckwheat beans won't increase, and the demand for buckwheat beans won't decrease in 29 districts won't decrease.

"No, no, sir... if you have done anything offensive to me, please apologize..."
"You don't have to apologize at all." -- you didn't just answer the quiz as usual.
"No, no... well... well... well... well!"

　A glimmer of Assent glances at us asking for help.
　Next to her, Estella has a nervous expression on her face.

　at the last...

"That answer is not enough," If you sprinkle koji on such hard soybeans and put them to sleep, they won't turn into miso."

　Still dissatisfied, Libeka glances at me.
It's like, "You've got a transparent good humor..."
　It's really hard to fix a crooked navel... It's a loan, Assunt.

"He doesn't understand the most important thing about making miso. If someone I don't know sees, I can't say 'Oh, seriously!' without saying a surprising point. Is that Libekah?"
"The most surprising thing, then?"

　Libeka is a koji craftsman, but she probably knows the whole process, at least, because she made the issue of making miso.
　I hear that this factory produces miso and soy sauce. Maybe there's that 'buts' as well.
　When you visit the miso factory for a factory tour, you are usually surprised to see it.
　Let's make a point of it and get it right.

"Then I'll give you a problem for you." The first step in making miso is to wash soybeans. I use plenty of water to get rid of the dirt from the soybeans... but what do you think the soybeans that don't sink to the bottom and float? Estella."
"What, me?"

　When Estella is named midway through the question, Estella folds her arms in a panic and says the answer that pops up in her mind.

"But I'll sink it!"
"Don't mix it,"

　If you treat me the same way as many others, I won't bother asking you.

"What? Why don't you know that?"
"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm not studying enough."

　Estella shrinks at Libeka's innocent words. But don't worry too much about it.

　However, Libeka's mood slightly improves at Estella's appearance.

"What are you going to do with the floating beans, Rebekah?"
"Throw it away,"
"What? It's a waste."
"Well... miso is delicate." We need to select the ingredients carefully."

　Soybeans usually sink in water.
　Floating on the surface often causes problems, such as insectivorous, scarred, or not growing properly. If you remove those things properly, the taste of miso will be much better.

　So here's the problem.

"And when the soybeans are cleaned up, they soak in about three to four times as much water overnight as the beans... and there's a certain change in the soybeans that're soaked in. Now, what do you think it is?"

　Then again it refers to Estella.
Estella twists her head like a naughty boy, in great dismay, "Oh, again!"
　Don't react so well to me. Look, Rebekah's crooked navel is stretching straight out.

"Well, sprout!"
"It's going to taste bad!"

　When germinated, nutrients in beans are taken away.
　But it's a reasonable opinion to think about the changes that appear after being immersed in water.

　Estella shows a sour face because she got it wrong again and was pushed into me.
　But that's all right!
　Whether it's a quiz show or anything, other people's rare answers are the best entertainment.
　When combined with a fast-paced tsukkomi, it makes viewers laugh.

　Look, Libeka is laughing with her mouth open.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah... All right, lord of the forty-two wards. You're an interesting lord."
"Oh, no... I'm sorry I didn't study enough."
"What are you saying?" If I had known everything about miso, I wouldn't be in my place."

Assault bends himself to the word "no position." Bend your body into a U shape and press your stomach with both hands, as if you had been driven into it with a stake.
　Did you get a stomachache from the terrible stress?

"What you don't know is no shame," It's a shame not to think of it's a shame. What you don't know, you'll only have to be told."

　She seemed to like Estella's unusual answer, and Libeka's face oozes, multiplies, and exudes joy.

"What's your name, sir? I'll remember it."
"Oh... Estella,"

Estella takes her first name again after reading the words, "No, you said you did, didn't you?"
　In short, Libeka only wants to remember the names of people she likes. It seems that the self‐introduction I just introduced has gone from right to left.
　I guess it's because of bean paste that Assunt remembers his name.

　Estella, on the other hand, seemed to like her personality????

"It's hard! It's more frank and friendly! It's supposed to be more fun."

　--a friend recognized by Libeka.

"Well... well, then, again, Libekacha..."
"Hmm?"
"Mr. ...,"
"Yes! Nice to meet you, Estella."

　Even if we get along well, it seems that we can't play games.
　Or should you be called off, Estella?
　Natalia's a bit on the edge behind her.

"Mr. Libeka,"

　Bertha comes back with a small pot under her arm.
　As soon as I entered the room, I shouted a scary voice at Libeka.

"What is it that you call the lord away?" Bertha does not recall raising Libekas that way. Be polite, respect the other person, and treat him with respect."Bertha's words dispel Natalia's grumpy aura.
　Oh, I thought that a competent little boy would be spoiled and grow into a hopeless bastard, but Versa seems to be a well-trained adult.

"But Estella and I are friends now." You don't get angry at calling me off, do you, Estella?"
"Well, well... I don't get angry..."
"Look at it! Bertha has an old way of thinking!"

　Bertha speaks to Libeka, who bends back as if she had taken the demon's head off, with her untempered eyes.

"Well, I've lived a long time and my thoughts are very old‐fashioned. I'm much more 'adult' than you are, Libeka '
"Huh!? Wow, you're always telling me not to call you chan-tsu! You're correcting me!"
"Ribeca-chan, go-to-go!"
"Beeze! Don't treat me like a child! Stop it!"

　No, it's no longer like a child, it's like a baby.
　Barbeka's nerves are caressing and inciting Versa. ...who's an old 'adult' with long-lived ideas? You're a kid enough.

"Oh, Mr. Versa," I really don't care. I'd be glad if you'd like me."
"I beg your pardon. You are a broad-minded man, as you say, the lord of the Forty-two Wards."

　Bertha bows on Libeka's behalf and praises Estella.
　Natalia creates a faintly proud atmosphere and Estella's expression becomes faintly clouded.
　...that's right. I'm curious... ...that the word 'rumour' is...

"As expected, he is called the "Lord of Smiles."
`Oh, my God!"

　Estella grabs her head in her arms and slips off the sofa to her knees on the floor.
　You look hopeless as if you've melted all your money with FX.

　Estella's wish was empty, and rumors of her "Lord of Smiles" roared to twenty-four wards, far from the Forty-two wards. It will only be a matter of time before it becomes a national ward.

"But "Lord of Smiles,"
"Call me Estella! Please! No, please, just like this!"

　He's kneeling down and bowing, so he's like a prostrate.
　Estella, you're too desperate.

"Well, Mr. Estella," I appreciate your generous support, but Libekas is a child who can't tell without saying it, so I have to make it clear that it's wrong. Would you mind withdrawing that thoughtfulness for now?"
"Well... if you want me to do so in terms of education, I can't say no."
"Thank you,"

　Perhaps because of this, Bertha bends herself to Estella, who sits on the floor, and bows her head deeply. It's a stooping bow.
　Then he slowly rises and looks hard at Libeka as he lifts his face.

"Repeated after me! Estella!"
"Will you wait a minute, Versa?"

　Estella sprang up.
　He sprang up from his seat and approached Bertha with all his might.
　What a spring this guy is! If there are several track and field coaches here, there's going to be a fight for blows.

"Chanzuke is a bit..."
"Originally, we should use the word 'sama,' but after receiving some consideration from Estella, we decided that 'chan' was the best."

　... yes. I'm a little disappointed with this old woman, after all.
　That's a relief. I'm somehow relieved.

"You see," Please take good care of me, Estella."
"...yeah, have you decided yet...? Well, then, Libekah."

　Libeka and Versa nodding contently.
　I'm not so sure, but Estella is in a mode where she gave up thinking that she doesn't want to get any more complicated.
　And Natalia, who loves her Lord's comical misfortunes, smiles wonderfully.
　And the assent outside the mosquito net.

　As for me, apart from the fact that I was tired of playing with kids, there was something that I could understand or that I had strangely agreed with, and I felt somewhat refreshed.

"A difficult koji craftsman"

　Perhaps many merchants have had a hard time dealing with Libeka.
　After all, they don't know where Libeka's mines are.
　No praise, no push, no pull, probably no fishing with objects, so why don't you talk about serious work? Not when you're not good at direct attacks.

　Libeka lives on emotion.
　Even a top university professor can't analyze his feelings.
　It's harder to predict than tomorrow's weather.

　I don't understand why I made you angry, and once I made you angry, your relationship up until now becomes messy... if you're not good at it, you'll be out of order.
　It must have looked difficult.

　If you were alone, you might have stopped developing bean paste. The contract could have been easily scrapped, and distribution could have gone hopeless.

　Estella is more effective against this kind of person.
　He's a man of no consequence [He's a man of no consequence.

　Most importantly, Estella is liked by kids.
　The same goes for the church kids. It's as if you're. The kid who came to the Yodamari-tei to eat his children's lunch was like that.

　Libekas -- Kojimakers are exempt from the "obligation of beans" equally owed by residents of the districts belonging to the BU. I fear that it will be decided by the lord of the twenty-four wards alone.
　Soybeans, soy sauce, miso and so on, are a treasure that can turn into a big hit.
　The profits have benefited not only the twenty-four wards but also the BU as a whole.
　That's why it's more appropriate to think that even if you bend the BU rules, you're treated well.

　I hope Libeka will get to Estella and settle for a friendly position in the Forty-second leg... could be a strong card against the BU guys.

　Otherwise, it will be easier to communicate with the lords of the twenty-four wards.

　So, Estella... get along with her as well as you can with her.

"Good job, Estella,""Certainly... I'm itching when you tell me, will you stop?"

　Estella glares at me lightly.

　Hey! Is that so?
　Then... ...I'll keep it until o'clock.