Steamed cakes of apple pie and sweet potatoes are very popular.
　I've tried making pumpkin pudding, but it doesn't sell well to eat in the playground.
　I'd rather have a plastic container, wouldn't I?
　If I could take it home, I would definitely sell more.

Estella declared at the opening ceremony that the story told in this competition is largely fictional, so we will prohibit you from making 'spiritual judgments' about what you said on this stage, and everyone agreed and the competition began.

　...you're abusing the ban on 'spiritual referees' as if you were about to be beaten up by the church. You've been lying all the time, haven't you?
　According to Bertina, there is no problem with saying, "A lie without malice is a lie that is different from a lie, so it cannot be interpreted as a lie."
　In short, "a word slightly different from the facts uttered to amuse people is not a lie, but an entertainment."

"The Referee of the Spirit" is invoked only when a man judges.
　It seems to be a spirit of mutual understanding of those things, but then forgive me for telling you lies. I'm sure I'll have a great time with that.
　Can't you?
　I guess so. Kiss!


　The Jeanettes are sitting in the stands watching, but I and Becko are in charge of drawing illustrations on the platform.
　There is a large blackboard at the back of the stage, and I'm standing there with a chair at the back of the storyteller, a little underhand.
　On the lower side of me, there is a table, chairs, and a variety of painting tools.
　... Huh? Oh, I see. Wasn't Becko something? Becko is sitting, you know, yes.

　There is a long table right in front of the stage, which serves as a judge's seat. This arrangement reminds me of the temporary grand prize. It's not even a fancy dress event. It's designed by Umaro. It was like this when I came. No, seriously.

　But are you all right? It's quite nerve‐racking to stand alone on the stage in front of the judges. I hope the participants can speak properly.

　and as I thought about it, little fools rushed into the platform. They are church children. The leading Bertina walks slowly along the tail.
　As soon as the kids arrive at the center of the stage, they line up side by side.

　Kids dressed as ghosts and vampires are shouted "So cute" at the venue.
　The kid with an arrow through his head screamed for a moment, but laughed when he found out it was a headband. It's a nice.
　When I see a kid with only makeup or a toddler with a piercing head, I get a sigh of relief from somewhere. After all, there seemed to be a lot of people who thought the hurdles were quite high.
　I've seen new Ukrinness costumes every time. Mothers who are good at sewing must have felt heavy if they had been told to make it themselves."

　It's all right to be simple.
　I feel like I'm going to decorate my kids cutely.

"Go!"
```Toric, oh, Toric!'

　Kids raise their arms to threaten the audience.
　The threatened audience was smiling without exception.

"I'm going to give you some snacks."
"You're going to tell me a new recipe, aren't you? Atashi, I'm going to make it with a lot of course.

　I heard a conversation like that from somewhere.

　I mean, it's a good feeling.
　Estella, sitting right in the middle of the jury seat, looked over here with a happy look on her face.

　By showing some examples of fancy dress before listening to the nonsense, those who make fancy dress will have some clue.
　Kids gather around Bertina with a whimper.
　With Bertina off the stage, the kids are done with their work is over.

　However, Bertina, who followed the kids around, finally added another appeal.
　smile open one's mouth Sister Bertina's mouth is filled with sharp fangs, and some in the audience take a breath. He looks surprised.

"Give me some snacks."

　No, it's not.
　Don't ask me so directly. "You don't want to be pranked, do you? Then you'll give me some candy?" with childish nuance... Well, you can just do as you please.

　The audience felt strangely uncomfortable because of their tiny tusks, but they were relieved and laughed at Bertina as usual.

　Bertina bows and takes the kids off the stage.
　In turn, Natalia goes up on the platform.
　I have a few bundles of paper in my hand.

　I'm going to tell you the story of the monster I told at Yodamari-tei.
　I've given you a piece of paper with the contents written on it, so you can read it aloud or add a little arrangement.
　Natalia will do it with tact.

　The aim is to ease the tension among the participants by setting up an opening session. The top batter in particular is very nervous.
　Furthermore, it also includes the intention of making the contents of the competition close to what we are looking for by indicating the direction of the management first.

"Now, let me tell you the story of the fools that the children of the church were disguised as."

　In a clear, clear voice, Natalia begins to tell the ghost story.

　He's a first‐class head waiter. Natalia was a first-rate storyteller, and just by listening, she was deeply drawn into the worldview of the world.
　His calm tone and clear voice were dignified, but delicate, and the scene seemed to come to mind clearly.

　The audience listened to Natalia's story with a look of excitement.
　...but I was only excited at the beginning.


"Oh, my!"
"Oh, my God!"
`Uh-uh!'


　The hall was engulfed by screams.

　Natalia... I'm afraid of your whole story!
　Even if I know the content, I'll be a little scared!
　What's that acting skill?
　Have you ever met a vampire? It's a reality show!
　The sound of bloodshed is very vivid and real!?
　It's the quality of a rakugo storyteller's udon noodles!
　You've sucked blood before, haven't you?

　Look, the kid is crying!
　Don't look around the hall bleeding!
　I think I'll be cursed if my eyes meet!

　I thought it was over at last, and then I started talking about Franken.
　I did... I gave him five stories, including "The Mummy," "Ghost and Skelton," and "The Third Little Boy."Oh, Franken's role is amazing!?
　Where are you speaking out!?
　Don't you live in a 3 meter tall Ossan?
　What a thick voice!

　The Natalia Theater of Fear lasted five episodes, half an hour.

　I think. the failure of the first to bring Natalia
　I think the next guy will be more nervous than the top batter.

　A few kids are crying, a few women faint with fear, and a few men are desperately hiding their shivering feet with faces like, "Oh, I'm fine, aren't I?"

　Natalia... You're never going to get fired.

　The atmosphere in the hall was so frozen that I decided to draw at least a cute illustration.
　Please try to make yourself comfortable with your first costume.
　Here's a cute ghost illustration. stop crying kids

"Mr. Jiro, my image is that Franken is more sinister and the vampires are evil..."
"Are you going to ruin the event?"

　I reject Natalia's suggestion that she told me to re-draw cute illustrations realistically and dramatically.
　What are you going to do if the kids are so frightened that they don't want to dress up?
　Halloween is going to be a slothy, kid-crying event.

　Above all, what if today's ghost competition turns out to be a ghost contest? Who's going to follow me to the bathroom in the middle of the night!?
　Magda, as you might expect, won't follow her inside!

　...the guy who told me a ghost story in the bathroom would tear me apart without any questions or answers.

　The illustrations I drew on the blackboard will soon be copied and colored by Becko.
　It's a pretty pretty finish.
　The atmosphere in the hall relaxed a little when I showed you the cute illustration. I hear a sound of exhaling from everywhere.

　Then, after Natalia, who froze the stage at the opening, is dragged off the stage, the competition begins, and the first narrator appears.

"Well, this is Gooseya at the Torbeck Works. Well, I can't speak as well as Mr. Natalia, but please take care of me."

　He bowed to Estella sitting on the panel.

　Estella and Natalia, Ukrinnes and Umaro, and Imelda will judge the story this time.
　Estella and Natalia are subject to review as executive committee members and lords.
　Ukrinness and Womaro are expected to be chosen as costumes and props that are essential to creating a Halloween atmosphere.
　And Imelda... you know, last night she pushed a very troublesome role, so to put it bluntly... entertainment?
　I was placed in the capacity of a special judge.

　Such a special judge refers to Goozouya who appeared on the platform.

"You have a plain face," US>"Failure"
"Hey! It doesn't matter what your face is!? Listen!"

Goozouya, with a zecken written '1' on her chest, walks forward to the stage like a stand‐up artist.
　Get down!
　Fall down and get your feet! ...Oh, you didn't miss your step.

"Well, goo-o-ozoozoozoozoo! Tell him 'Don't push me' there."
"You're definitely going to press it, aren't you, Yashiro?"

　Goozoya rushing back to the center of the stage.
　That's boring! Are you still an entertainer?
　Is it just your face that's funny?

"Well, will you tell me the story of the fool you brought?"
"Yes!"

　Encouraged by Estella, Gooseya begins to speak.

"Well, what is it?" Our friend Jisan said that if you don't use the tools carefully, bad things will happen or you will be punished. Ah, Jisan passed away many years ago. I don't know if it's true or not, but I've always said with a straight face that old tools used for a hundred years will win your soul, and that's a little scary. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I get angry, and I wonder if there's something like that...."

　said Gooseya, glancing at me with a very awkward pause.
　Oh, that's it?
　a story that doesn't come together
　At the very least, try to put together a little more story. I don't mind if I put some on top of it's OK!

"Gooseya".

　On behalf of the judges, Womaro calls out his men's names.

"Don't lick it."
"No, I did it seriously, even now!"
"It's totally unattractive! It's not scary, it's not cute, it's not exciting! It's common sense to cherish things in the first place!"

　It's a complete failure.
　Natalia's story raised the hurdles a lot.

　But the wives in the hall seem a little relieved.
　I wonder if this is good for families with children.
　But it's also a problem that there's no fun at all.
　This won't even lead to the idea of dressing up.

　It can't be helped.
　On the blackboard, I will draw some illustrations of the ghosts and spirits familiar to Japan.
　a haunted straw-jar, a haunted umbrella, and a haunted lantern in a haunted tea pot.

"Oh, well! Yashiro's illustration is so cute."Yeah. I want to make the costume for that umbrella."

　Estella and Imelda, as if they agree with Ukriness's words, also point to illustrations, saying, "That's cute," "No, that's better."

　add a spooky bra because it seems popular in general

"Yasilo, don't draw obscene pictures."
"Stupid, Estella. This is a bra that has been used for decades."
"Mr. Jiro. Who can usually wear a bra of the same size for decades... Huh!? Oh, sorry, Estella, whose size hasn't changed since she was a child!"
"What's perfect about your duo play without a meeting!"

　While Estella is pissed off, Becko opens up the colored illustration.
　Hey, Becko. Don't forget your spooky bra.
　I'm sure Boyne's attempt to disguise himself in a bra will be stalled if he's around his age.

"Well... Goozooya didn't have a show, but all of Yashiro's illustrations are original and have a sense of affinity that makes me think he's really there."
"Well, let me rate it as a point of Mr. Jiro,"
"Why?! It's about me!""Your story alone didn't add a point."

　Womaro waved to leave immediately.
　Gooseya shrugs off the stage.

　It was Janbold who went on stage next.
　Don't go on with the Tolbeck factory.

"I'll do my best when I like it. The type to do everything."

　What did you start talking about, you horseman?
　Who's interested in your love story????

"I clean my room without being asked to do so much that I sneak into it while the landlord is away."
"I'm scared, Janbold!"
"I'm actually good at sneaking in and erasing all traces of sneaking in."
"That's why I'm scared! It's just that scary vector!"

　I'm scared even more because I'm not as bad as Percy or as bad as Percy. I'm terrified of mere stalking.
　...it doesn't mean much, but I'm starting to want a separate key to my room.

"Yambold, declare 'it was a joke' and go off the stage right away."
"Yes, I'm kidding. Everyone, kidding... ...hmm."

　Gazed at by Womaro, Janbold walks off the stage.
　...it must be a real joke.
　But I'm glad I kept Umaro on the panel. How dare he put those people together? I almost looked up to him, so I stopped.

"Woman, don't get me wrong, sir,"
"What's wrong with you!? You don't know!"

　It's ten years, no, twelve years early to be respected by me.

　Then, the participants take turns on the stage and tell the story of a clumsy old fool.
　Guessing from Natalia's story, a man began to appear making voices, pausing, and playing tricks.
　Few of them are successful, though.

　By the end of the decade or so, the Natalian shock had completely faded, and the unique story was full of laughter.

"What frightens the children the most is the quilt-wet map-drawing fools..." said one housewife who told the same story from Bertina, with the mothers of the children laughing out loud.
　The kids we're with look bitter. The bigger the guy, the more noticeable it was, and I realized that he was always being told.

　Many of my friends who loved the festival also attended.
　Mormat takes the hamster to the stage.
　Perhaps confident, he lifted his lips and looked at me on the stage.

　There seems to be a plan.
　Let's see how you use the hamster.

"On the night of the new moon, when I go to the fields... vegetables I don't remember growing are blooming. Even though there is no moon, the white flower shines palely, and when you listen carefully, you can hear something saying, 'Mumbling... mumbling... mumbling... mumbling. I don't quite understand, but I can hear that voice from the ground. and I thought I'd have to make sure -- '

　So Mormat grabs the squatting hamster by the head and pulls him up at once.

`You grab the root of a flower, and pull it out at once -- '
`Oh, oh, oh!'
`and the roots of a tortured human face scream!'

　This skit likened Hamukko to Mandragora.
　The evaluation is--

"'Cute!'"
"No, no, no! Isn't it weird? Isn't it scary?"

　No, MOMAT.
　You're not afraid to let a hamster do it.
　Rather, the reaction from the venue is more correct.

　So I did my best to draw a cute mandragora.
　It's a mandragora with a round radiculate form.
　It's such a cute quality that if local governments adopt it as a loose character, it's likely to attract home tax payments from all over the country. You can make some goods.

"No, Jiro! He's a more sinister face! He's a human face full of anguish! He's so desperate that he fainted at the first sight of it."

　Crouch down and pull out the hamster as Mandragora, ignoring Mormat's passionate talk.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"'Cute!'"
"This is public opinion,"
"d*mn it... when I was a kid, I was afraid of him and I would go home like running away from the field after dark..."

　I see.
　Is it a story made to keep farmers from playing outside forever?

"Regina, does Mandragora really exist?"
"Dear me~"
"Oh, what!? Really?
"Really, crocodile farmer."
"Are you serious!? Isn't that a way to scare children?"
"There are a few victims every year,"
"Scared!? I'm scared!"

　When I asked Regina, who was waiting in the corner of the hall, she admitted her presence with a look of course. The Mandragora seems to exist. Are you sure you're a good ingredient for medicine?

　The content of the competition was so strong that it was expected to be a long session.
　That's why we have Regina on standby.
　That's why a roofed stands were created for Regina. I'd like to use the aid tent again at the athletic meet.
　He's getting preferential treatment over his lord. It's just a sun‐hating seclusion.

　I happened to find Jeanette missing from the audience.

"Ginnett... didn't you really want to hear about Mormat?"
"No! Jeanette went to the kitchen! It's almost noon!"

　a mammat pointing frantically at the kitchen
　That's right. I know. I'm getting hungry soon.But, Momat.

"That doesn't prove that Jeanette doesn't hate Mormat,"
"I'm going to cry!? If Jeanette doesn't like me, I'm going to cry!"

　He's a very weak‐minded fellow.
　Even when I had a poor harvest due to the flood, I was really in a hurry when Magda scolded me for trying to save money. I was desperate, then, MOMAT.
　I don't want to be disliked because I don't have to be popular.

"That's why you're not popular."
"Be quiet! It's better to be calm than to be popular from all over the place like you know.
"What is that?"
"The lord or the guild-master chased me about... my stomach would die."

　My stomach is dying so many times.
　a certain medra of a certain hunting guild ... well, every time I see it, I feel like my eyesight is going down.

　But what's the lord?
　Which lord am I popular with? You've got a lot of accusations.

"Do you think Ricardo is in love with me, Mormat? Wasn't Regina's disease infected?"
"Why 41 wards? There's another ward that comes to mind!"
`Say! You know, Crocodile Farmers! The triangle with the twenty-ninth Ward Han is very hot now!'
"Here, Mormat," Your story is the beginning, so please deal with it responsibly."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute! I don't know what to say!"
`I don't want you to say that it's too hard...'

　Putting his hand to his cheek and pretending to cry, Regina pulls out a strangely "tight" bag.
　There's a hint of "consciously" in my mind.

"Don't you mind talking about anything? Just shut up. If you take this suspicious medicine, I'll watch you."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that,"
"Nothing's good! Stupid! Don't push it! It's falling! It's falling!"

　push a gaffe‐ridden idiot crocodile off the stage with a big mouth.
　It's all right. You won't get hurt at this height.
　It's about the height of a junior high school gymnasium.

　Well, if I were pushed down, I'd be scared in my own way, but... just accept it, that's about it.

　No matter how hard Regina is, "Kii" must be hard, but, oh, here, crocodile.
　Put it in a nuance that makes sense that it's a joke.
　I got a little irritated.

　As she thinks so, Estella sighs softly and looks up at Mormat sitting down.

"Mormat... apologize."
"Did I say anything bad? I'm not bad, right?"

　Momat is confused when Estella tells him offstage.
　Estella asks with a smile on her elbow at the jury table.

"...can you tell me a little more about the lord of Jiro's favor?"
"What? No, no, no, no! That's not about Estella..."
"I'm not talking about Estella... what?"

　Lucia stands behind Estella.
　My eyes are 'sit' though.

"...I'm sorry,"
"I don't mind our business,"

　Estella shrugs her shoulders and pretends to be a kind person.
　I'm scared. That's the scariest type.

"Isn't it pathetic to be alone with Regina?"
"Oh, no, I don't mean it at all! No, seriously! I don't mean it, Regina!"
"Oh, my God, I don't care,"

　That's what Regina says, but that's a lie.k.
　He's a guy who feels lonely about being refused to be with him.
　You're refusing to be with someone with all your might.

`It's really such a trifle... overprotection, you two,'

　She looks at me with Estella, for some reason.
　I don't think I've done anything.

　I'll look down at Mormat from the stage and say it.

"You see, Mormat. To tell the truth, I feel sorry for her when I'm with Regina, whether she's tired or tired."
"No, don't tell me! Or you're the one to blame!"
"Yes, Jillo. No one has told me the truth that Regina is more of an obscene person than a dangerous person, that she should have had her mouth sewn, or that boys and girls should be barred from entering within a ten-kilometer radius of the Pharmacists' Church."
"Wonderful, Estella!"
"Well, you're both embarrassed,"Homma, in the public eye, is so cute that you can imagine.Oh my gosh~"
`You're not saying anything more outrageous than that!'

　Mormat is noisy.

"'Mormat, your voice is noisy'"
"Say,"
"Chuck! I always lose money when I get involved with you!"

　Mormat walks out, making a noise.
　But I looked back halfway????

"But I'm sorry, Regina!"

　He apologized in a loud voice.You're honest, basically.
　Well, honesty and idiots are just a piece of cake.

　Regina waved her hand shyly into the shade.
　Well, while I was feeling the situation under control, I was approached by a troublesome fire that seemed to be still smoldering.

"Anchovy".

　Lucia stands behind Estella, glaring at me on stage with her arms folded.

"I don't really accept rumors that are not justified."
"I know,"
"I don't know. We'll be in trouble, so don't expect anything."
"Who's going to do it?"
"And there is a possibility of twenty-seven wards."
`I wish I'd be popular with that illusion breast!'
"Well... you'd better reconsider, Jillo..."

　What, Estella's sour face?
　What happened when we didn't know?
　That's how it's done, huh?

"Well... even though it's a joke of a little citizen, it's made me feel uncomfortable."

　With a frustrated sigh, he points at me, bends his wrist 180 degrees, bends his index finger hard, and calls me.

"I'll treat you to lunch as a token of apology. Introduce your recommendations promptly and present them to me."
"Tell me honestly, 'Let's eat lunch together~' Lucia."
"Don't be silly, anchovy! Come on, get on with it! Your belly and back will stick together.
"...your chest and your back are on the verge of sticking together."
"All right, Jiro! I'll treat you to lunch, so that you can give it to me.

　Wow, the lord is tyrannical.
　You can wield your power and do whatever you want.

　I could hear the words of Umaro, who must have tried desperately to keep his voice from being heard by anyone.

"...it's obviously popular with the lord."

　All right, let's use the womalo wallet. Yes, it's decided!
　...if you don't want Estella and Lucia to break you up, give me money, Umaro. Punch!


　I mean, if they don't like being talked about, they should be a little more conscious and self-conscious.


　Yeah, I'm not at fault!

　When my innocence was confirmed in me, the competition was suspended and I had to take lunch time.