"That's all right!"

　Libeka's voice echoes and Estella's face suddenly twitches.
　Looking at his expression, I can see a glimpse of conflict like, "Oh my... I'm so deaf... Should I pretend I can't see him?"

　We are now playing hide-and-seek at the malt factory we have visited three times.
　It's a friendly match against Libeka, a self‐styled 'professional' hide‐and‐seeker.

　The future of this sport is bleak if there are only professionals to be discovered the moment you look back on.
　...it's not a sport, though.

"All right! Let's find Jiro first!"
"Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

　"Rebecca seems to have accepted Estella's statement, which ran away from reality, with a convenient interpretation that ""it's difficult to find an eagle, so don't look for a whiteout first.""" let out a cheerful voice 　...so you'll find out. Don't make a noise.

　however
　Can't you find me so easily when you're at Estella?
　Hide-and-seek is a psychological battle that uses more brains than bodies... If you can find it, try to find it!

"Oh, she's such a big breast."
"Really!? Who!?"
"Yes, did you see Jiro?"

　...this woman.........

"'Spirit's,'
"Wait. Look, it's him."

　When I looked at Estella pointing at me, there was a really big, beautiful craftsman looking at me.

"Thank you very much for your cowardly hands!"
"I'm confused with anger and gratitude."

　The dusk is approaching and the surroundings are tinged with calm colors.
　It seems time for the artisans to finish their work little by little by little. The earlier the morning, the earlier the end.
　Libeka welcomed us back after coming over and over again.
　Versa is the usual work clothes. I'm glad... I'm glad to hear that.
I've told you, "You look better in that dress," so you won't be wearing a miniska any more. ......I'll give you this level of lip service. to save my life!

"Now, Jillo," Let's get some help to find Libeka."
"You're a demon, so do your best alone."

　If you find it, find it, and bend your belly button. He's an ogre, including such a troublesome role. If you lose rock‐paper‐scissors, you have a responsibility to bear.

　Rebekah's ears twitch at our conversation.
　They probably think they've struggled to get together.
　... it's painful to keep pretending you haven't found it.

　one's ears peeping from behind a pile of crates
　With the creativity to hide behind the scenes, a professional could call himself a professional.

"Well, I'll look over here, and you'll ask for that crate,"
"What!? Why don't you turn it upside down?"

　I ignored Estella's suggestion and tried to walk... my ears began to move.
　... I see.
　Libeka can hear the other person's footsteps clearly. Therefore, when the ogre approaches you, you can move and change where you hide.
　If you're serious, you might be a pretty tough opponent... ...if you're a little more intelligent.

"d*mn it, there's no one!"

　After confirming Libeka has moved, Estella peeps into the shade of the crate.
　Now the ears are shaking behind a barrel a short distance from Estella's. ...so hide it, ears!

"Astella. Just a minute."

　I don't want to waste any more time on this nonsense. (I'm not saying it because I was found early.)
　Rebekah ends her hide-and-seek in a way that would keep her navel intact.

　Call Estella and whisper as quietly as possible.
　Listen carefully, Rebekah.

"I haven't told you yet that I'm here to invite Libeka to a church party."
"Isn't that true!"

　From beyond Otaru, Libeka jumps out with a start.k.a. black beard.

"Yes, did you see Rebekah?"

　point one's finger at someone's coming out and say so

"Oh, my! It's sloppy! It's sloppy!"
"Without this sloppy hand, it would never have been over."
"Oh! He's a bad man, my knight! So he's a foul!"

　Hey! Now we've won or lost.
　Quick defeat is the best way to end it.
　However, it is better to be sentenced to defeat in the Liberals because it is highly likely to offend the scales.

　Then, if you let your interests move on, you'll be able to prevent "One more round.

"And isn't that true? If it's a lie, you won't accept it! You'll stop selling miso only in the 42nd leg!"

　Wow, that's scary.
　I'm going to wield terrible power in my emotions, you little man.

"Oh my gosh, did you get caught?"

　At Estella's over-intentioned words, Libeka proudly says, "Muff."

"You can't hide anything from the Eagle!"

　Your sister had the delicacy to read at times like that. an apprentice, a little boy

"And the Eagle is invited to take it!"
"Ribeka and Bartha,"
"I see! I can't help it, so I'll take Versa with me! And when!? From now on!""No... the date is..."

　Under Libeka's influence, Estella asks me for help.
　These days, he's been coming to rely on me easily... don't think you'll get an answer if you look at him... well, I'll help him now.

"Actually, we need a little preparation to hold the party."
"What? What are you going to do? Eagles are going to work with you, so you're getting ready.

　Libeka's eyebrows twist impatiently, perhaps because she misses her sister.
　You really missed me...

"Well, I'll be glad if you cooperate. Actually, I came here to ask you a favor."
"What? Money or power?"

　... with a face and voice that won't make scary comments... ...there's a lot of trouble growing up like this, this guy.

"The koji factory sponsored an information paper, didn't it?"
"Well, I've lent you a good deal of money, and I'm sure you'll give me some expediency."

　Money and connections have power, after all.

"I'd like to use the pages of an information paper to recruit a waiter to work for a certain noble family."
"Why, that's easy,"
"But there are conditions,"
"Conditions?"
"It's a little unusual, interesting -- only for the Beasts,"

　so
　This is what Marul asked me to do.
　Marul had previously asked for an introduction to any unusual person. I'd like to hire a waiter, but he says he's boring with stereotyped young people.

　Unlike other aristocrats, Maul is an eccentric newcomer who hates old customs and customs.
　However, the old stereotypes which had been taken for granted had not been abandoned.
　That is to say, those who work in the nobility's quarters should be human beings.
　All the potential servants at Marul's house were human.
　Perhaps the applicants are also caught up in the stereotype of "only human beings work in aristocratic families.

　Therefore, no one doubts it.

　But if it's Marul,
　Well, an eccentric aristocrat would certainly reverse such an old-fashioned stereotype.
　He is such a freak that he loves the jumbled 42 wards that he visits many times.

　I didn't seem to have anything particular in mind about Gilberta.
　...maybe Gilberta is alienated from the rest of the nobility.
　The smallness of touch may also be advantageous in that respect. ...well, it's just speculation.

　Lucia loves the beasts.
　But it is difficult to understand and accept it by other nobles.
　If necessary, there may be something to "hide." That little antennae.

　Still, Lucia, who trusts Gilberta and keeps waking up beside him, is still quite a freak.
　Even the 35th leg of Lucia's rule had long been deeply engraved with the gulf of discrimination against the Beast. It's only recently that we've shown signs of a solution.

　So it hasn't penetrated yet.
　The idea of employing a tribe of beasts as a waiter.

　But if it's Marul,
　I'm sure you'll understand. No, he jumps at me for fun!

　and if Marul invites the Beasts into the house... ...you can catch Donnis!
　At least they should listen to me.
　Anyway, it's a match with Maul!

　I'll find it for sure.
　Get the best and best people!

　There must be quite a few beasts who want a job.
　Wendy's parents and so on make it clear that there are people in every ward who are losing their jobs. All the more so in a district where people are still separated from the animal race.
　There will be a flood of people looking for a job with good conditions.

　But I think we need to make some selection before we let him meet.
　I'll be in trouble if something happens to me by throwing a ball all of a sudden. We must avoid situations where we cannot take responsibility.
　If I don't see him as a reliable person, I can't let him see me.

　When you make someone's wish come true, it's effective to go two steps beyond the other person's imagination.
　By doing so, you can make a better impression than you think and give a great deal of gratitude.

　A plus one is deeply engraved in the other person's mind, such as giving a set of bags and shoes that go well with the hat, or taking them to a delicious restaurant if you go on a trip at the other person's request.

　Man is a creature of imagination.
　That's why we have to go beyond our imagination.
In "As You Imagine," people are not satisfied.

　That's why I thought I needed to sift through the mountains and the crowd that was going to flood me.

"What is the animal race?"

　Libekas tilt their heads slightly.
　Bertha gazes up at me. ...crush your eyes.

　The term "Ajin" is popular here, and the term "Beast Man" has not spread at all.
　This means that even if the information paper says, "Only the Beasts," the Beasts won't gather….

　Oh, my gosh. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　But when we extend the range to Wendy's, we have to use words such as "subspecies" or "subline."

　Donnis, who is the paranoid typhoon of his first love, is likely to be reluctant when he is told that he has a sub-line in his house. just by the sound of a word
"If it's a "Asian," let alone a "Asian," it's a little... "
　Well, Libekas would be classified as subhuman rather than sub-systems, but that's not the nature of the problem.

"If I were to do it, I might have to spread the word first."

　Estella's point is justified, but we can't afford to spend too much time.
　What should I do?
　Will you give up on the information paper?
　But now I'm going to go around looking for the beasts... ...and maybe people in the church can have interviews... ...but would they want to go to the barons' houses in other wards as waiters in the first place? They'd stay in a tightly closed church.
　I don't think their wounds are just for their bodies."

"Mr. Libeka. Sir... Why don't you let Mr. Yashiro meet with reporters?"
"Wait a minute, Versa," What is that malicious misstatement
"Yasilo, don't interrupt me."
"I didn't fold it! No, rather let him fold it!""More than that,"

　Estella lets me resume my conversation, leaving one of the biggest obstacles in my life unattended.

"What is that reporter?"
"Well, I'm not a reporter, I'm a painter. Bertha is old enough to call everyone involved in the information paper 'reporters.'"

　Oh, I know.
　The landlady, anime and Ranobe all called it Manga, and any game was Fami-Con.

"He's just here,"
"What!? Are you in here?"
"Well, you brought me a sample of the latest issue."
"...and can I leave it alone?"
`I heard the footsteps of my knight and Estella,' I came to greet him in a hurry to show my professional skills."

　Yeah. You came out at the right time to surprise me, didn't you?
　And when I saw her face, she challenged me to play rock-paper-scissors.
　I was able to deal with it, but Estella was panicking and giving out a paper.
　At first, it was "goo," and as a result of the shabby belief that "if you don't change something else, you'll lose." "Scissors" is a little difficult, so when it's time to do it, it's time for you to do it's time to do it. That's why I became a spectacularly demon.

"You can hear the sound outside the gate when you're not in the room."
"I see,"
"Hmm. I was paying attention because I felt like I was going to visit you again."

　Put her back on her belly, take her arms and wrap them around her neck.
　Libeka smiles happily as Estella hugs her from behind.
　My relative's kid loved this pose...
　It's a spoiled pose.
　His back is pressed against Estella's belly and his back against Estella's chest.

"Rebecca," Hard...?"
"If you say anything more, I'll stab you."

　Estella points to her pocket with jaws.
　There's a knife in there, isn't there?

"Well, I'll get you a reporter."

　Bertha bowed quietly, winked at me, jumped back like a lobster running away, and then I heard a quiet tongue clapping from Bertha's mouth. It's a terrible devil. go for one's soul

　Estella says in a spiteful voice after confirming that Bertha is gone.

"Weren't you trying to persuade Mr. Versa?"
"That's because I wanted to use my power as a sponsor of an intelligence paper. I thought Versa was in charge of all the money-related matters."

　In fact, Libekas could easily reach the people involved.
　Then there's no need to get involved with Versa. You should keep the contact to a minimum.

`Well, certainly,'

　Libeka says, shaking her body like a worm clinging to an estella.

"Eagles have nothing to do but work as koji craftsmen." If Bertha retires, this factory may be in danger."
"Mr. Versa has the real power?"
"Real power is not for an eagle, I suppose," I'm aware of it."

　Well, thinking about management strategies and doing business briskly is not Libeka's image.
　This is just a girl who specializes in one thing that makes use of her specialties. She looks like a young girl. Filman is definitely a Lolicon. Yeah. That's a pervert, the next lord.

"I'd like to ask you one question,"

　I ask Libeka a question, hoping to find some corroboration.
　I'm going to ask you two questions, but... well, don't worry about the details.

Libeka is effectively in charge of the current rice malt factory, isn't she?'
"Well, I see. Well, he's my successor."
"That way of speaking... but do you think it's OK to give up your seat when someone more worthy appears?"

　Rebekah shuts up for a second.
　After considering whether to say it or not, Libeka nodded silently.

　Oh, there's one more question.

"Do you think the people in the factory will accept your decision?"
"That's all right,"

　The answer is full of confidence.
　with great loneliness

"...everyone thinks the load is heavy on the eagle." No one can beat me in technology."

　Finally, Libeka forces a smile by adding a little bit of force.
　The small hand that grabs Estella's arm is tightly packed.

"Is there anyone who can help you?"

　ask an obvious question
　If you've got someone like that, you've got to help me a long time ago.

"They don't like anyone but Whitehead at the top. There are heavy responsibilities... as a brand."

　a rice malt factory put together by Whitehead
　Its name value is a major factor in the value of the goods here.

　The content is exactly the same, but it's common for people to lose familiar names and stall as soon as the top changes.

　I changed the name of the store and the customers left. It's a common occurrence.
　The same thing happens when you change the name of the manufacturer or the character you used to advertise.
　It's an example of a band's decline in popularity when its vocals have changed.
　Even if the vocals are together, the leaders have changed, the members have left, or some of the members have formed another band -- that's how popular it is.
　The moment a popular idol's number one member leaves, he loses his popularity.

　Familiarity is such a strong weapon.
　It takes a lot of courage to let go.

"""Whitehead's Partitioning Factory"""
　It would be impossible to overturn it.

"What about the previous generation and the future generation?"

　This is another nasty question.
　They're not here now because they can't do anything about it.And Libeka shakes her head just as I thought.

"Daddy and I... here." I was a craftsman in the past generation and the past generation. It's very useful in management."

　In other words, he left the management to Bertha for quite a long time.

"Well, that can't be helped," I expect the Whitehead family to stay in the room for as long as possible to produce good malted rice."
"Well, even eagles have been told since they were children that 'you should leave the management to someone else to make koji.'"

　I'm still a child, though.

"Well, that's not it. If you could have a "whitehead's family, unfit for office work, and dependable relatives," you would be fit."

　Rebekah's ears twitch.
　Then, in my little face, my big eyes sparkle.

"...that's not true,"

　I suppose he went to church without such calculations and calculations, just wanting to see him.

"If you come back, we'll all be happy." Your sister."
`--?!?'

　Wow, Libeka's face sparkles.
　I imagine what I said about the future, and I writhe in agony at the sight.
　Stomping on the ground over and over again, as if excitement were coming in like waves.

"Oh, that's all right! That's the best! Then the Eagle... the Eagle... the Eagle... the Eagle!"

　Libeka's face turned red in an instant, when she was about to say something.
　I imagined you, you little boy.

"... whether you go to school or work in the room... ...you can't do it."

　Fillman, please!
　If you don't even care about housewives, Libeka might go to your house!
　I put up with the cry.

"Oh, yes, yes. Mr. Libeka,"

　Estella gently whispers into her long ears, perhaps because the shy Libeka was so cute.

"...maybe Libeka's lover will come, too." at that party."
"Huh!"

　Rebekah's ears are fluffy.
　Leaping away from the estella, turning around and closing in on the distance away in an instant.

"Miss, Mimi, have you found him? Wow, even an eagle has never seen his face before, but Estella has found him!"
"Yes, I think I'm sure."to your whispering prince.'
"Now......whispering prince.........you know, it's a name."

　His cheeks turned pink and Libeka looked in the wrong direction.
　I wonder what a refreshing young man is on Libeka's delusional brain screen.

　But if you say, "I've never seen your face," the whispering prince must be Firman.
　...the sky is getting dark.
　In time, it seems to be a letter to persuade Filman.
　Will the invitation to Donnis be forwarded to a later date?

　Anyway, when we're about to pick up Natalia, we need to bring the sinking Filman to the fore. It's hard to control the situation, because it's too much of a surfacing and we can't stand being selfish.

　Well, I have a lot to do, but I can't go to the twenty-four wards very often.
　You have to get through with what you have to do.

"Ribeka, it's that party, and we're going to have a party."
"Songue? ... What's the difference?"

　Get Libeka's attention to Estella, who almost jumped at her.
　I have a favor to ask of you. I mean, there's something to be had.

"Well, the name is for me,"

for Donnis had told me that we would have a feast together when Filman's troubles were solved.
　Filman's problem solving and Donis' problem solving. We're going to have a party in honor of him.

"I want you to give me something to make the feast a success. That's quite a lot, too.
"What? Whispers... It's a feast where you might meet your sister! Whatever it may be, you'd better say it!"

　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　Well, for Libeka, it will be a feast where you can meet two people you want to meet. Let's take your word for it and ask for your cooperation.

"It's koji. Give me koji."
"Isn't it all right, then, that there are so many?"

　I don't know what you thought she was going to say, but Libeka has a look of strangeness.
　Then shall I give you some homework?

"I'm writing a recipe, Estella, so please lend me your paper and pen."
"Recipe? What is it?"
"I'll have you make me what I need for the feast." for it is hard to bring them from the 42nd leg."
"I see... ...but what?"
"Well, that's all right."

　The sky is getting dark.
　Since I don't have time, I'll write down the main points in an easy‐to‐understand way.
　Do you have time to taste it.........

"Thank you for waiting,"

　Then Bertha comes back.
　Yes, a reporter for an informational newspaper... a painter?
　I can only exchange business cards with him.
　I'll have you hear the details at a later date.

　Here we are, and we have to think about how to spread the name of the race of beasts, and how to attract good people on it... what? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ?

"... oh!"

　It was the painter of the information paper who gave a cry of surprise.
　The painter pointed alternately at me and Estella's face and said in familiar polite terms:

"Are you the guests you met in the bean-field?""Mokoka!"

　so
　As Estella unwittingly revealed, it was Mokoka, a daughter of an aphid tribe.