past noon
　Estella and Lucia's carriage arrives at the manor of the 29th Ward.
　The two chief waiters stand guardily before the Lord and tread cautiously into the house.

　They go down the hallway and are led to the conference room, where the lords of BU are lined up as before.

　The conference room is already filled with seven lords, looking silently at Estella and Lucia.
　Tracy and Donis are also present as lords on the BU side. What a lord! hold one's head high
　Though Nene seemed nervous, Donnis's butler seemed calm. There will be differences in experience and qualifications.

　Estella and Lucia take their seats and Natalia and Gilberta cuddle behind them.
　the two glaring at each other
　The air in the room is strained.

"I've come here. I'm not going to waste my time, nor am I going to have a reason to do so. Therefore, we will promptly notify them and end this meeting."
"I have objections,"

　Lucia repulses, as usual, the words of Gerracy, the lord of the Twenty-ninth Ward, with a commanding voice.

"I don't have any reason to accept your request,"
"You must remember that you are in a position to be judged. We need to know about the damage and suffering that we suffered and bear in mind that we must fully reflect on and compensate for it."
"If you are going to impose sanctions unilaterally without listening to what we have to say, it is nothing but aggression. Do you think we will obey in silence?"
"Then your district will be isolated from All Bloom, and all logistics will be cut off and ready to go to ruin. Again, this has already been decided. You need to realize that you are in a position to just shut up and listen to what we say."

　In a very dull way of speaking, Gerracy goes on calmly.
　It's as if you're reading a prepared sentence.

　In fact, I guess I'm just reading the prepared sentences.
　There are several patterns, and they're talking about the cliches that follow.
　When I met him in front of the Twenty-Fourth Ward Church, he didn't speak this way.
　The stereotyped youths who had come to Marl's house for interviews were doing the same as today's Gerracy.

　In other words, rebuttal is expected and then designed to suppress the opponent's rebuttal. from the beginning
　So if we take a hard line, we will also impose more sanctions in accordance with the established method, and continue to put an endless and obscene pressure on them until they give in.
　Until I make a noise and say I'm going to pay the restitution. forever

　It is, however, a dangerous tactic that can only be applied "if the opponent is in the category of imagination."

　There is a bandwagon effect.
　People tend to think the most popular option of all options is right.
　If you think you're obviously wrong, but everyone else says you're right, you're somehow right. Humans have a habit of unconsciously adapting themselves to their surroundings.

BU's approach is nothing more than pressure to exploit the bandwagon effect.
　They're taken to the territory over there one-on-seven and accused of "your fault."
　Then people are weak‐minded creatures who think, "Maybe they're really to blame."

　however
　There are two of us this time.
　And one was Lucia, who seemed to have hair on her heart, and the other was Estella, which I had put into her head.

"Well, the negotiations are broken down,"

　Estella leaves her seat as she told her to do.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

　A flustered Gerracy roars out.
　What... Is it beyond my expectations yet?
　You're back in your tone is back.
　I don't think it's a long way to go.

"If this is not the place for discussion, there is no point in staying here. We are now under unfair repression after being suspected of something we don't know. This is nothing short of a gross violation of the 'right to live freely' recognized by the Church of Spirits. We will decide what to do without giving up all possibilities, including filing a lawsuit with the Supervisory Court."
"Is that all right?"

　Gerracy's voice reverts to its original tone.
　The suit to the General Court is probably in the category of those who are involved.

"The General Court does not consider the feelings or circumstances of individuals. It's a place to judge fairly by absolute evidence and logic. If you're going to go there, I'll do my best to prove our legitimacy. We are already ready for it. and you will experience unparalleled humiliation and misery in your life."

　Estella gazes silently at Gerracy.
　And

"Sorry, I don't know what you're saying,"
"What!?"

　Estella says with a refreshing smile.
　At the same time, Gerracy stands up with a twitch in her face.
　Lucia burst into laughter at the exchange.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
"Shut up! Isn't it too rude, Clare Mona! Do you know where we are?"
"The place where the trap was set to entrap us according to the plot, right?"
"...what...?"

　be at a loss for words
　He may have been confused by what he said to be true to the plot.

"You're looking at our reactions and choosing the appropriate sentence from several different types of phrases, aren't you?"
"On what grounds..."
"That objection was also prepared so as not to fall for the "Judgment of the Spirit."

If you say, "That's not the case," it's a clear lie.
　Therefore, I choose the phrase "on what grounds are you saying such a thing. This is just a question.
　Without telling a lie, you can make the other person think you're wrong.

　Gerracy is easy to understand because the tone and tone of the voice change when you read prepared sentences.
　Estella seems to be aware of the change, and she seems to be able to tell if it's Geracy's words or if it's a scenario.

　Well, maybe I just noticed it because I told you.
"He speaks differently from the lord's meeting," he said.

"If you are going to trap me, you are a clear enemy. I'll take appropriate action."

　Stella declares war calmly and quite clearly.
　I guess he's a heartbroker, but he's a coward.
　But the declaration of war -- a clear declaration of opposition to it -- becomes more important later.
　We need to make a show of ourselves."""Lord of Smiles"" is the name of Ama-chan's Estella."

"Then you'll have to understand very clearly that you're going to have a great deal of damage!"
"Why don't you say, 'There's a great deal of damage?'"
"...d*mn it,"

　Gerracy's face is distorted.
　He looks as if he had swallowed a bitter smoothie at once.

　There's no way I can say it. I can't say for sure.
　If no serious damage is inflicted, they will be out in the judgment of the Spirit.
　But if you give them such a great deal of damage -- not just a little, but certainly a catastrophe that would drive down the 42nd leg -- it's nothing but an act of aggression from the BU.
　The moment you say the word, there's no excuse for it and there's no way out.

　That's why you can't say anything but high-handed, abstract, and reckless words like "need to do..." or "need to do..."
　I'm caught. Third class.

　You can't do anything if you don't have enough.
　And in order to make up the numbers, someone has to lead the numbers.
　It's not as easy as it is to lead a group.

　At least according to legend, a guy who can only play Theory Street is bound to show his rags. I wish I could get into this kind of situation where I would be asked to improvise.

　Gerracy was at a loss for words at the slightest counterargument from Estella.
　How long will those lords, who have one or two habits, recognize him as their leader and continue to live or die in their own district? ...are you anxious, Gerracy?"

　Confound me, confound me, confound me, Gerracy...

　-- and when I saw Estella, who was supposed to have the upper hand... she was beginning to feel nervous.
　Keep your head high. It's now the shape you've driven into.
　Don't glance around. No matter how much I told you, I told you everything. Try responding with some ad-libs... oh my gosh. What are you going to do if you're upset?

　Well, well... it's about time.


　by the way
　The reason why I can talk as if I were looking at the inside of a meeting of feudal lords that had not been called... of course, because I was looking at it.
　Secretly, in a special seat.

　a conference room where the lord's meeting is taking place
　As many as nine lords are now gathered there.
　Naturally the security has been increased, and the soldiers in the twenty-ninth Ward have been gathered here in the lord's residence.
　They also have private armies sent out by the nobles in the ward.
　It's one of the rules in the BU.
　In order to protect the lords of each district, we must make sure that the security is thorough at the meeting of the lords. -That's one of the reasons why BU's representatives are evaded.
　Well, it's troublesome to have to prepare so solemnly every time. It costs money and neglects regular work.

　And as the numbers increase -- invaders are more likely to infiltrate.

　Standing in front of the conference room door, one of the soldiers who was watching for outsiders' intrusion and the two lords who were invited to take off their helmets.
　and from underneath came a dazzling handsome man????

　Its name is Ova Jiro.

"If the negotiations break down, the talks are over. Let's put an end to it now."
"What!? Why are you here!"

　My appearance has caused a stir among BU members.

"Clare Mona, what are you talking about? You can't be rude!"
"Well, what are you talking about?"
"Don't be silly! I told you clearly, don't bring an outsider!"

　Gerracy points to me and declares myself an outsider.
　Estella, however, seemed calm and bent her head slightly.

"Is that so?"
"My dear fellow!"

　Gerracy takes a step out of anger, while Natalia slides in front of Estella.
　Sensing Natalia's movements, the silver-haired waiter over there quietly suppresses Gerracy's behavior.

　the two glaring at each other
　But the eyes of the soldiers lined up all over the wall glared at us.
　Things are at a disadvantage. But in the end, we will win.

"Well, Estella. Tell me. to the lord of the manor, who had forgotten even the writing he had written -- the exact writing in the letter."

　I'll interrupt between the two sides, who were staring at each other and being rigid.
　Gerracy's gaze turns to me, and Estella opens her mouth shortly after.

"Well, that's all right. -- here it is."

　Taking the letter from Gerracy and reading it aloud.

`The letter said -- 'No one but the holder of the invitation shall enter the lord's house.'"
"Yes! That's what it says! But why is this man...?"

　That's where Gerracy stops.
　You must have noticed an object I was fluttering between my fingers.
　The object is, yes, an invitation.

"If it's an invitation, I have it, too." That's why we can get in here."
"...what?"

　If you don't really understand what it means, I'll explain it to the six other lords, including Gerracy, who is written on their faces in an easy-to-understand way.

"This is an invitation sent to me yesterday. It's definitely real."
"I don't remember giving you such a thing,"
"Of course it is," It's not your invitation."

　The room is noisy.
　At last, I feel like I'm worried that I'm going crazy.
"What are you saying, when?"
"Are you all right?"
　I hear such a whisper.

"In other words, did you fabricate invitations among your family in agony and sneak into my house? Shame on you!"

　Gerracy's anger was directed at Estella.
　He might have accused the lord of having done such a thing at his discretion.

"Mr. Erin," unjust accusations against our Lord on the ground of nonexistent facts... remember."Natalia says in a murderous voice.
　Yes, Estella doesn't do that.

"If it were an invitation from Estella, it would be reasonable to go to her. I don't bother to come to the Twenty-ninth Ward."
"And why are you here!"

　Inexplicable, Gerracy begins to turn hostility toward all suspicious figures.
　Glare at Tracy, glare at Donnis, and try to find out if there's any reaction.
　Other lords also cast quizzical glances at each other.

"What? If you have something to say, why don't you speak up?"

　The irritable princess barks.
　a manly nobleman in charge of the twenty‐seven wards As long as you are a feudal lord, you can't cry yourself to sleep after being accused of a crime without any reason. If it were left untreated, the 27 wards themselves would have been degraded.
　It is a position to clearly refute and make them apologize for the disrespect they received for their own people.

　It's the same with Donnis is the same.

"Let's talk one by one." How about you first? Speak to the Eagle one-on-one, is it equal?"

　The neighboring lord of the twenty‐five wards is very eager to kill.
　I can't stand being stared at by that sharp stare. The lord of the twenty-five wards kept looking away and saying, "No, I don't you mean that?

　So I'm very natural and I'll give you some very nice information.

"I came to the 29th leg because I was invited to come to the 29th leg?"

　With one word of my own, the lords' eyes turn to Gerracy.
　The lords of the Twenty-Fifth Ward turned away from Donnis as if they were ships.
　I guess what everyone is doing is more reassuring.

　And as for Gerracy, who drew the attention of course...

"If you continue to leave it to me, I'll give you the Spirit's Judgment!"

　He shouted such a thing, as if to force all the responsibility on me, and as if to turn the eyes of the momentarily.
　In contrast, I raised the corner of my mouth and smiled faintly.
　with the subtleties of Donis, Lucia, and Estella.

"Try it,"

　spread out one's arms to entice Gerracy
Try playing the Spirit's Judgment.

　However, it is the people in this town who keep silent when they say so.
　Gerracy was plainly bewildered and did not invoke the 'Judgment of the Spirit.'

"Do you mean you trust me?"
"... explain it to me.
"I don't mind explaining it, but can you trust me? I don't want you to waste your time telling me what you don't believe. As long as we talk, we must have them promise to trust us at least what they say."
"Give me a quick explanation!"

　Wanting to clear himself of the charges, Gerracy hastens the outcome.
As the leader of BU and facilitator of the talks, the distrust of the participants is fatal.
　You must have understood that the more I dodge it, the stronger my suspicion of being directed at you.
　So I hurried to a conclusion.

"...that means you believe my words?"

　according to our expectations

"... oh,"

　Gerracy with a short, very short word.
　That's why I don't even know how to strangle myself.

"And the other lords, too?"
"You haven't reached this stage yet...!"
"You're not dragging it out," Think about it..."

　Walk slowly and approach Gerracy.
　The head waiter of the silver-haired E-cup interrupts me and stops me moving. I feel intimidated by not touching my body, but not forgiving when I approach it even one more step.
　So I stop on the spot and look over the head waiter at Gerracy.

"If you were the only one who trusted me, the other lords would think, "Don't you think they're connected behind the scenes?"..."
"What!"

　Gerracy immediately turns to the other lords.
　He looked as if his eyes were in a state of confusion... of giving the impression that my words were true to others.

　The human brain is very simple and inflexible.
　"That's a lie".Even if you explain that there is no such fact, you can't get rid of your doubts about the impactful lines you've heard at the beginning.

　It's like being afraid to sleep alone the night you hear a scary story.
No matter how much you say, "No way," or "There can be no ghosts," your brain will never forget your fears. to a persistent

"So trust me, the other lords, too," All you have to say here after this is what you want to say here."

　look each person in the eye in turn
　Nobody says anything.
　Donnis and Tracy had complicated eyes, as if to say something.

"Nobody will say anything..."

　Then I couldn't talk... ...to create an atmosphere of impatience, and for a moment Gerracy looked impatient. Then throw in another suggestion.

"Then shall we decide by majority vote?"

The seven lords of BU all look blank.
　That's exactly what a pigeon looks like when it's been shot.

"It's hard to agree with you if you do it because you say, 'Do you trust me?'"

　I entrust such a proposal to Gerracy
　Let's decide. Make a judgment.
Come to a conclusion on behalf of BU--you alone.

"That's all right.

`I decided without a majority vote'Gueracy
　I'll give you another little smile here.

　Guerracy hastens to add words, perhaps because she noticed my smile.

"Of course, if there are people who are dissatisfied, I would like to decide by majority vote. I want people who are dissatisfied to speak."

　But no one will complain in this situation.
　If you don't like it, you can vote against it by majority vote.
"I don't trust Obajillo." Well, I don't think I can do that either.

"...there seems to be no objection." Now again -- raise your hand if you think you can trust his statement only in this place to-day!"

　His four arms go up with a thud.
　Gerracy, Donnis, Tracy, and the lord of the Twenty-Fifth Ward, eager to escape Donnis.There's a majority in favor.

"It's absolutely true that the 'BU' majority vote, isn't it? So the three lords who didn't raise their hands now will trust my statement, right?"
"That's too much,"

　That's true.
　If you don't pay too much attention, you guys will make a fuss later.

"Hurry up and speak!"

　Gerracy is dying to know.
　No, I just want to let you know. The truth. That I am not at fault. It's not connected behind the scenes.

　The silver-haired head of the waiter went down and I stood in front of the seven lords and began to speak slowly.
　First of all, let's talk about the person who sent the invitation.

"This is an invitation from a certain nobleman in the Twenty-ninth Ward. 'I'd like you to come and talk to me about something.'

　I'll open the invitation that arrived at me.
　with the sender's name clearly visible

"Marle Erin," That's the man who sent him."
"... my elder sister,"

　Gerracy bit his lips, the other lords drew their eyebrows, and Donnis gently closed his eyelids.
　Donis is the only one who can't figure out what he's thinking, but the other guys' reactions are almost as good as you can imagine.

　The lords of the manor must now be thinking, 'I wonder if Gerracy is connected behind the scenes.'
I said, "Well, I said.

　However, Gerracy is the only one who thinks otherwise than the other lords.
'Look, I'm innocent, aren't I?'

　That's why????

"Oh, my! My sister is in trouble! She has done such a selfish thing privately... Well, she has not informed me of this story, for she has been driven to a remote place and has been unable to meddle in any affairs of her family. That has backfired. I can't believe that I don't understand the situation in my ward at this moment. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

　--that's the kind of thing that only sounds like an excuse.
　He thinks he's triumphant, but man has the nature to see what he wants to see.

　A fish called anglerfish has a slightly unusual way of handling it. hung from the instrument, and with a great deal of water in his stomach, he handled it with it suspended????
　If Jeanette had handled anglerfish, she would be impressed, saying, "That's how you handle them."
　But if Ossan, who doesn't have the credibility to be unable to cook, such as Assunto and Usse, did it, he would feel antipathy, saying, "Don't play with food."

　The human brain is a creature with preconceptions and assumptions that twist the truth that is actually unfolding in front of us.

　The words of Gerracy, who believes in his innocence and is not in doubt, triumphantly and extensively proclaimed that he had proved his innocence appear to the doubters as "a disgraceful figure desperately repeating excuses."

　Now, when doubts are gathering about Gerracy, I'll give you another blow.

"Marle Erin has been haunted by stalking for the last few days."
"Stalker?"

　It was Donnis who raised his voice.
　I was the one who made the statement, so I guess I asked him a question. I wouldn't have made such a mistake before, but you must have gotten used to me at the banquet. He's a careless fellow.
　be in a hurry to make a clear face Instead of following you, I'll skip through and move on.

"Oh, it seems that in the last few days there have been some suspicious people roaming around in the vicinity of Marul Erin's house. He also said that he was feeling a bad look as if he were being watched."

　Now that we've come to that point, the lords seem to have made sense.
　As Maul himself said, Maul, who is considered to be easy to give, had surveillance. Don't push yourself too far.
　They would have assumed it was a stalker... That's not the case, but it's true that they were being watched. It's not a lie.

"So I decided that I would like someone to guard me. But Marul Erin didn't have a man to turn to at times like this. As long as I didn't know the identity of the stalker, I was afraid of borrowing soldiers from nobles in the 29th district."

　In fact, Marul's testimony that he could not rely on because it was Gerracy's soldiers who were watching him. of all the lords.

No one is going to pry into the details like, "Mahul didn't know that it was Gerracy's soldiers who were watching, but you didn't think you could rely on him?"
　The human mind tends to take for granted that third parties should know the facts that they and others know. It's a well-known misunderstanding.

　rather than that
　Now the suspicion that Gerracy's sister had drawn in Obajillo must be greater.

"So I was hired as a temporary private soldier because I had a known relationship with him."

　Someone let out a sigh.
　It's a heavy sigh with a clear sense of irritation.
　I'm not the one whose irritation is directed at me. It's gerrymandering.

　as a relative of a person who has taken trouble‐stricken person
　No... as the mastermind behind me making me a roundabout excuse.

　I'll accelerate the flow.
　Suspicion swells up as soon as it is hinted at more doubt.

"But it was saved," No matter how many invitations you have, if you suddenly come to this house and "let me in," you'll be turned away by the silver-haired E-cup over there."

　The head waiter, who was moving behind Gerracy, immediately glares at me with his chest hidden.
　You're ashamed of yourself, aren't you? even with a noh mask on one's face

"By chance, there was a proclamation saying, "Give private armies to the nobles in the twenty-ninth Ward."

　The lords look at Gerracy in unison.
　Everyone's eyebrows are raised in unison. Some of them have their lips in a frenzy.

"So, as a private soldier in Marul Erin's house, I was sent to guard here." When I introduced myself to him that I had known several lords and had repeated interactions with them, he sent me to this room, your men."

　Private soldiers who come to guard the building were borrowed from the nobility. We don't go so far as to investigate people's affairs. None of the aristocrats send anyone to commit a scandal, usually.
　So, if you have a letter of introduction from the nobility, you can pass that silver-haired waiter's check.
　It is up to his men to decide on the deployment of dozens of soldiers.
　The head waiter must do his best to get the lord ready, so he checks the documents and leaves the rest to his subordinates. That's the usual way to do it, Marle told me. That's right.

　In fact, I know Tracy and Donnis, and all the lords from the 42nd to the 35th wards, and I have spoken directly to them and approached them for business. You've got a lot of trust. Oh, Estella?
There was no problem in being subjected to the judgment of the Spirit. That must have been well afforded. My words were trusted and I joined the security of this room.I'm not blessed with a good physique, so I don't have to wear a solemn helmet that covers most of my face.

"That coincidence coincided with me and I was lucky enough to come here. The letter didn't say when or by whom, and all you have to do is to have an invitation. All the circumstances led me here. Yeah. I'm so lucky."

　When coincidences overlap, people have doubts.
　Once again, doubts swell as soon as they give us a hint of further doubt.

　People tend to think that they are "better than anyone else."
　especially if you're a lord.

　"So, all the ""Dekiru ryoshu"" with a keen sense of intuition are guided to the thought, ""Do you think you haven't found out? Fool, I'm the only one who's noticed!""" by finding a subtle smile full of ""I feel like I've leaked without thinking."""

　to tell you one thing There is no race more vulnerable to fraud than the conscious 'dealing human beings' who think they are the only ones who can't be fool themselves.
　In other words, there's only my duck here.


　If you think about the feelings of the lords in chronological order, you will easily understand the flow of their thoughts.

　In holding this meeting, the lords of the BU, except Donnis and Tracy, were convinced that they had an absolute advantage.
　In any case, the other party is the lord of the outer [outer] Lucia is an unguarded opponent, while the other is a pacifist new lord called the "Lord of Smiles." What's more, she's a young woman. have no reason to lose

　However, when she opens the lid, Estella shows a high-handed attitude as if she wants to call off the talks quickly or resort to force. In that way, as if they didn't have room for discussion from the beginning, they clearly cut off the BU's opinion.

　Gerracy in dismay at that's confusion.
　The leader's agitation spreads to the lords of the alms. "Are you all right, dude?"—"Isn't there a chance?"

　There he came, and the troublesome 'that man' at the center of a series of disturbances appeared at the meeting.
　I'd put up a lookout at the checkpoint to get rid of them, and I'd even let them watch letters.

　When I hear the reason, Gerracy stinks.


　and perhaps the Twenty-ninth Ward is not trying to fit us?"



　That's how you think.
　In any case, because I'm "better than anyone else," nothing can happen beyond my imagination, and there's no way I can manipulate the other person to betray me. Because "I'm better than anyone else."
　If something had happened that didn't fall within my scope of thinking... it was because of the sneaky, cowardly interactions that took place behind the scenes. It's not fair, it's a nasty backroom deal.

　Thinking so is the easiest way to justify yourself.
　This is often the way people think when they write comments that disparage someone they don't like online.
　I'm absolutely right, I'm in a rightful position, and I can't shake it.
　So why am I feeling so uneasy now... ...because someone is trying to fit me... ...who is that?


　Is it you?…


　We wanted to impose sanctions as soon as possible, but the suspension of contact with the 42 wards on the grounds that the distribution of the bean sprouts had accelerated in the middle of the sanctions.
　Such trivial connections can be positive evidence for those possessed by conspiracy theories.

　Gueracy, shall I tell you something?
　Now, in this situation, the more words I repeat... who do you think will lose credibility the more they stink?
　It's you, isn't it?

　People are wary and loath traitors who pretend to be allies more than their obvious enemies.

　It's a waste to teach you... Let's not do it.
　So feel free to feel it.
　Don't be so suspicious of yourself.

"But that's not it. It's impossible to think from common sense that 'it's safe to have an invitation that doesn't matter if it's not written as an invitation from anyone.'"

　Dare to raise a point of dissatisfaction that everyone in the room might be thinking.
　Then, I dare to guide you to your convenience.

"So, will it be all right for me to stay here after this -- will it not be decided by a majority?"

　Then I'll make sure... ...that Gerracy will bite you.
　by Gerracy's 'Only'

"Yes, that's right! If you're conscious, why don't you quit right away?"
"Personally, I don't want to leave." However, if the lords are to leave, I think it is okay to follow the decision by majority vote."
"I'll take you a long time,"

　Gerracy wants me out as soon as possible.
　And he was not aware of the doubts that other lords had about him.
　I can't believe I'm considered the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Then we'll all have another majority vote."

　Therefore, they rush to solve the problem and decide to 'take a majority vote' or 'take a majority vote' without a majority vote.
　I don't realize that the dogma will cause displeasure.

"It's silly that no details of the invitation are written."Raise your hand if you think that those who are not fit for the occasion should not be confused."
"That's enough!"

　It was the lord of the twenty-three wards who cried out.
　He's not as old as Donnis, but he's quite old. He looks as middle-aged as Demily.

"It's a farce,"

　a brief--a clear rejection
　Gerracy can't hide her confusion at what she said.
　The twenty‐three wards are adjacent to the thirty wards, which earn the most tolls. Of course, they have a lot of voice in the BU.
　The lord is clearly angry.
　And the lords around him didn't even try to hide their displeased faces.

　The enemy is right in front of one Guerracy thinks he was shot in the back when it was his chance to get rid of the enemy, doesn't he?
　But, you know.

　If an obvious enemy goes out of his way to trick him into it, and says, "If you want to get in the way, shall we leave?" without any reward, you... you're suspicious. They say it's normal to think, "There must be something wrong with you anyway.
　That's a farce, Gerracy.

　You're the only one who doesn't notice.

　You're the only one who knows the truth.
　You've never drawn me into this house. I know the one and only truth. It's absolutely reliable information, isn't it?
　But that 'I didn't do it' is the reason why others don't trust me the most.

　The temperature difference there created this situation.

　Well, it's really refreshing.
　It's a great feeling to be able to decide so well.


　Gueracy, do you feel it?

　the oppressive atmosphere you are feeling now a feeling of oppressionThat's...


　It's an atmosphere of despair that people who have lost their credibility can taste.


　You fell in love with my pit.
　But this is just a preparatory step.



　Let's get started--decide everything, majority vote.