Just as I was bloated, the afternoon session of the competition began.
　A woman from the East is now speaking.

"When I was about to eat my favorite Taiyaki, I heard a voice saying, 'One bite!'"

　Every time I tried to eat something in my room alone, I heard a voice asking for a bite, and when I looked back, there was no one there. But when you turn around, you'll find yourself eating less than a bite of food in front of you.
　My gaze naturally turned to Bertina for no particular reason.
　No, no, Bertina and her mouthful are two different things. be sure of oneself Because... Bertina wouldn't do it in one bite.

"But I decided to say it because I love taiyaki and it's my favorite food." "I don't like it!" Then I heard a voice like this... "Well, two mouths."

　I'm getting more mean!?
　The audience laughs at the unexpected development.

　The woman who spoke looks a little dissatisfied.
　Apparently, he intended to scare.
　If you actually experience it, it must be quite scary, but is this a true story?
　For some reason, I have a feeling that the situation will be similar if Hammaro sneaks into the room. Especially the punchline that makes you want to rush in without thinking, "No, that's not it!"

　So I tried to draw an illustration that looked like Hammaro and Bertina were added and divided by two.

"Yasilo, the model is too easy to understand."

　As Estella pointed out, she turned to Bertina and found her cheeks puffing up. Apparently dissatisfied.

"That's terrible, Mr. Jiro. I'll have a bite of dinner as a punishment."

　Bertina says in a sulky tone.
　You're not mistaken, are you?

　The copyright seems to be noisy, so I'll redraw it for a moment.k.a. a little.
　Lighten up Bertina's image and make it into a naughty, spoiled, rat-eared kid illustration.

"Ugh. You're cute. He looks a little like Hammaro."

　Jeanette, correct. It's about 70% Hammaro. I tried to emphasize mischievous children over gluttony.

"I see. If you put on the hamster's ear, you'll have a bite."

　Well, wasn't that Sister dissatisfied before?"
　If you dress up in this costume, you'll get a full‐length illustration. It's an illustration that I rejected myself.


　In the meantime, the sun is going down fast.


　The sky was getting dim, when his turn came.
　Lucia, the lord of the thirty-five wards, appeared on the platform with great satisfaction.
　His grand appearance has already attracted people's hearts even before he speaks.

"This is the story of the Thirty-Fifth Ward????????"

　What I was told in a calm and clear voice was the story of the shadow I had heard.

"A girl was playing outside at a time when a group of blue was slowly spreading through the red sky."

　The description of the scene is more detailed than it was when I told you. A dignified tone also heightens the tension of the listener.
　Lucia's guy, seriously, don't come for the top prize.

"The setting sun stretched the girl's shadow long and long. Then suddenly... the girl felt her gaze. There's no one around... not a sound... but surely someone is watching -- the girl thought so."

　With a gulp, someone swallowed the saliva.
　The hall was so quiet that I could hear such a sound that I was struggling not to miss a whisper.

"The shadow at my feet waved... suspiciously. And the girl said--"

　Tension reaches its peak.

"'Oh, it's weird, I feel like someone is watching me even though there's no one there~, it's weird, it's scary~'"

　Hey!?
　What's Junji?
　Where did you learn that way of talking? You don't have a similar person in this city, do you?
　Oh, what? When you get to the bottom of it, you end up in Soko!?

　It seemed like I was the only one who was so funny that the hall was so tense that I almost broke when I touched it. There are a lot of people who are going to burst into tears if there's any chance.
　That's a great story, after all.

"A black, dark arm stretched out from the shadow and grabbed the girl's leg with a thud."

Several people screamed at the cry of 'Gosh!'
　You must have been surprised to hear a sudden loud voice.
　and it reminds me of a girl being dragged into the shadows by a shadow...

"A mother who was worried about her late child went out and found that only the ball that the girl had been using was left alone... the ball made a long-lasting shadow in the setting sun, and the shadow disappeared as if it were swallowed in the dusk..."

　Lucia straightens her posture and quietly smiles.
　The smile I saw in the darkening hall was so shady that it made me cringe.

　...Yes. Today's toilet, Magda decided to accompany me.


　...... Lucia, what a thing you're going to do!


　Lucia walks off the stage looking at me with a straight face.
　It's annoying... I'm not just saying scary things. You were Junji on the way.

　In the hall, the children were clinging to their mothers at the sight of the shadows that began to grow gradually, shrinking and stepping on shadows so that they could not grow any further.
　What an influence! All the kids are desperate for useless resistance.
　I wonder if Lucia is really the best prize...

　As I thought, an unexpected person came on stage.

"My turn, next time."

　Gilberta had entered separately from Lucia.
　For some reason, I was quite surprised to see Gilberta coming forward.

"I have just entered, and I have come to Lucia's house as a waiter--"

　Gilberta begins to speak in a roundabout but flat and detached voice.
　The story of Gilberta's experience as a rookie waiter.

　It is now that Lucia no longer hides her love of insects, but before she met us, she never made such a gesture in front of Gilberta and some others.
　Lucia's father, the former lord of the manor, and some of them still serve, but Lucia is not free to do whatever she wants.
　Being a young landlady, she is easily despised by her neighbors. We can't show any further weakness. It seems that such consciousness was prevalent in the building at that time.

　Such a tight atmosphere was worse when Gilberta first became a waiter, and partly because his predecessor was alive, Gilberta, a member of the Guntai Ali tribe, was rather ashamed.

"Still, in an unusual case, a subspecies -- to the lord's house, where the Insects are employed."With Lucia's strong recommendation, Gilberta says, the recruitment was forced.
　The former lord of the manor, who felt that he was anti‐Asiatic, did not object. However, it is said that he was not welcomed.

"'Quiescence' -- the most appropriate word, that's it."

　Gilberta's father was a very good soldier guarding the Thirty-Fifth Ward gates, and Gilberta was able to serve, in part because of the good memory of the lord.

　Have you ever had such a background?
　I thought it was hereditary like Natalia, but it was a great selection.
　That's probably why there were many enemies.
　It seems that there were quite a few waiters who despised Gilberta, who was favored by the lord's daughter.

"In the meantime, a senior who was very kind to me."

　A firefly woman who worked as a waiter before Gilberta seems to have protected Gilberta in the same situation.
　Gilberta said in a happy voice that while he was at work, he stayed with him and helped him throughout his career.

"I've been taught. I told him all about the way he was serving."

　It is said that the firefly senior laid the foundation for what is now Gilberta.
　And I'm sure it was Gilberta's emotional support.

"One day, I saw him get out of the dormitory at midnight --"

　It seems that it was a hot and humid night.
　When I woke up in the middle of the night and opened the window in the unpleasant heat, I heard that my senior was walking under the window.
　all by oneself

　Gilberta says he still remembers the unpleasant, wet feeling of a shirt clinging to his skin.
　Wondering where he was going in the middle of the night, Gilbell sneaked out of the room and followed him secretly.

　I heard the sound of waves coming from the sea, which was supposed to be far from the building.
　with the faint smell of the tide, and the sound of a groaning, frightening wave.

　The senior had left the dormitory and headed toward the street gate.
　The streets were so dark that I couldn't hear a single sound... except for the moaning sound of waves.

"And the curious thing that happened????????"

　The street gate, which was supposed to be completely closed, was reportedly open in the middle of the night.
　And there was no gatekeeper.

　While Gilberta wondered about the situation, his desire to pursue his seniors prevailed and he simply moved his legs.
　Then, walking on without stopping, Gilberta finally reached the sea.

　Gilberta says in a calm voice that the sea at night was black and the waves seemed to be living things.
　The scene comes to mind, and creepiness chills down my spine.

"We went on and on, and my senior went to the pitch black sea -- I thought it was dangerous, so I ran."

　Run along the sandy beach and chase a senior ahead of you.
　I try to talk to him, but somehow he doesn't speak to me.
　Gilberta had no choice but to stretch out his arms and grab his senior's hand.

　then

"My name was called,"

There was a woman's voice, 'Gilberta!' and the next moment she was hugged from behind. on multiple arms
　Until then, I had seen nothing but my seniors, and suddenly the world was filled with sounds.
　Looking back, I found that five of Gilberta's senior servants were clinging to Gilberta.
　Gilberta says about a dozen other waiters looked anxiously at her.

"I asked, I didn't understand the situation,"

　Senior waiters say a night shift waiter followed Gilberta out of the dorm alone with his companions.
　Gilberta seemed to have made for the sea with no expression on his face, shaking off the gatekeeper's restraint.


　by one's own


　And as soon as they reached the beach, the waiters desperately embraced Gilberta, who was heading straight for the sea, and stopped him.

"... alone?" I wondered.

　Because when I looked back on myself with my senior, there was no one there.
　I couldn't find any footprints that my senior had made.
　It's just black waves rolling in. The sea was just wide.

"I've been apologized to the servants of the seniors???????

　Senior waiters reportedly regretted that their behavior had caused Gilberta trouble and apologized.
　Gilberta was not difficult because of his seniors. Rather, he seems to have expressed his gratitude for the inconvenience he caused to his seniors.
　in that's


"Who do you mean by 'senpai'?"


　The cold wind rubbed my cheek and I shrugged my shoulders.
　...weren't you there? a firefly tribe.

　Gilberta explains about his senior firefly tribe, but the senior waiters just look at each other.
　Even the glowing????

"You're amazing, because you can even do things like 'no one is teaching you.' So, we, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

　I hear you said such a thing.


"…there wasn't one. If you check it out, you'll never find such a senior anywhere."


　The hall was silent.
　Gilberta......you're a real guy, aren't you?

　No way, a real ghost... oh, no way.
　When Lucia saw that it was a fabrication, Lucia, who raised her lips lightly, came back on stage.

"I was curious about it at that time, and I looked it up myself, and it was said that the "maids" who had been secretly employed by the lords of the previous generation for women were fireflies."
"You must have been even more concerned about the eyes around you at that time." That's why I help you. The fireflies, who were not served, were specially treated."

　The lordess of the previous generation is Lucia's grandmother.
　If Lucia's grandmother had been the kind of person who cared about the insect race as much as Lucia did, it might be possible to secretly hire an insect tribe to serve on the side.
　If so, the Suarez family has been concerned about racial friction for generations. It's unusual for a noble My grandparents' generation would have been older than Shiraha, and if they had been devoted to the Insects even before the tragedy, they would have been a caring family... ...that doesn't matter!

　There's no way that a guy who worked for his grandparents would appear in front of Gilberta in a casual way called 'senpai'! If he really is, he must be quite old. It's no longer a senior, it's a master.
　Wow, for sure, that's not the world anymore... Wow...
　Yes, I can't open the window tonight. I cry when I hear a noise. Yes, it'sure.

"...you guys, get back to the Thirty-Fifth Ward."

　You're always joking around, but at times like this you're always serious and scary... I'm going to sleep with Magda in my arms.

　Are you sure you don's not?
　and though it was quiet, he was given a great deal of trouble to attend to the lady-in-law, and then he appeared in front of Gilberta, who was in the same situation... ...with him... ...well!

"I think... my senior... appeared before me to help me."

　Gilberta smiles.

"I got along with my seniors, and after that incident," It's all thanks to my senior."

　Gilberta's eyes were so calm that he could feel nothing but gratitude for his seniors.You're taking it very positively, aren't you?
　If Gilberta feels that way with whom I actually met, maybe he is.

"Sometimes strong feelings attract things from the past -- such descriptions are found in the archives kept at home. It is by no means unusual for people to meet with strong feelings."

　Lucia says it is common to dream of the deceased.

　Strong feelings?
　Come to think of it, I was in a strange white space with my stable master and landlady......
　Yeah, maybe it's not all wrong. in this city where magic is commonplace

　While I was thinking about it, Gilberta pulled me by the sleeve.

"I want you to draw a friend, Yashiro, senior".
"No... I'll draw..."
"My eyes are a little drooping like this. Egg-shaped face."
"You're going to make me draw a portrait, aren't you?"

　Gilberta, whose victim sends a polite explanation of the criminal in a criminal drama.

　It's good for a funny portrayal of a fictional fool... but to draw such a realistic ghostly face just like that... you know?

"Bowl-shaped, breast-shaped."
"Can you tell me more details? First of all, the size..."
"Don't be hilarious, anchovy," You can't help it at all."

　I'm suddenly motivated!
　Gilberta's benefactor, I'll draw it in a cute way☆

　--and I drew a portrait as I was told.

"I want this,"

　They seemed to be so similar that Gilberta stuck to the blackboard. It's more powerful than a superpower magnet.

"Is this portrait so similar?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen it, not the real thing, not the fake thing."

　Lucia glares at me as she doesn't like Gilberta, who is obsessed with others.
　It's not my fault, is it?

　After receiving a colored illustration copied by Becko, Gilberta happily moves his touch.

"Thank you, breast-towner."
"Well... it seems that Mr. Jasilo has an image of the outside world, my 42nd leg."
"Stupid, Becko," It's not me."

　Estella, the lord of the manor, and Jeanette, the owner of the Yodamari-tei restaurant, are the two main factors that determine the image of the 42 wards. You can call it two‐top.
　Line up Jeanette and Estella and everyone will be the first to see their breasts. "Oh, this much!"

"If you look at Jeanette, then Estella, and then look at Jeanette again, everyone will say, 'Baby.'"
"Yasilo, if you don't close your mouth, I'll let you leave."
"Glances, glances, glances, "bullies" ... what!? I know, as if they slipped out of my mouth..."
"Well, Natalia and Jillo, you two can leave together!"

　Estella takes it out on Natalia for demonstrating her reasoning.
　He's negative about science, isn't he? Science? Psychology? No, human dynamics?

`I'll name it the "law of breast polo," for the word "bubble" drips out of my mouth!'
"The Forty-two wards of the breast-town,"
"Well, it was Mr. Jiro's image, after all." What a problem, Mr. Jillo's breast-thinking."

　Becko tried to prove that it wasn't my fault, but she was convinced that it was my fault.
　I'm sure he doesn't understand learning. After all, it's Becko.


　And so on, the story of Lucia and Gilberta ended.
　But this is not the end.
　Finally, I'm going to tell you a story about dressing up.

　...but the air is a little heavy. I mean, my second arm sub-warts haven't settled down yet, so let's put it in one cushion. Fear accumulates...
　I don't want to frighten the audience. I'd rather hear it as if it's "Such a costume!"
　So, at times like this, we're going to put in the right people here!

"Hammaro!"
"Hummallow?"
"Say whatever you want,"
"Oh, my! Unannounced nonsense!"

　It's all right. You can do it. Also, let me show you how I can't do it. Cheer up, live small animal video. It's a guy who can't help but look at it when he wants to be healed.

"Well, then, it was actually my sister!"

　What!?
　I told you the punchline first!
　Good! Good, Hammaro!
　Just keep it warm and warm!

"My sister often stays out! Well, is there someone very important? Did she sleep in the same bed yesterday?"
"It's Magdachy! I'm staying at Yodamari-tei!"

　Loretta's voice flew from the audience.
　I will correct suspicious statements from my relatives immediately. Otherwise, the rumor in Forty-two wards... that I'm still aiming for Neferry.

`She left home that day to stay with Magdachy!'
"No! I'm only going to stay at Yodamari-tei or Cantaltica or Norma!"

　Are you staying with Norman, Loretta?
　Stay home, eldest daughter. You're playing around relatively, aren't he?

`But she came home in the middle of the night!'
"What? ... did that happen?""Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock,
"Window? I'm coming in through the front door. I won't hit the window even if I lose my key."
"It's a wooden window, so you can't see it. The whole family is out, and you're out!"
"I don't know what to say, but I don't care what you say. Hurry up and talk!"
"Loretta... noisy."
"What!? The chairman of the judging committee scolded me..."

　Nailed by Estella, Loretta holds her mouth with her hands.
　So Hammaro is holding his mouth together.

"No, you speak, Hammaro,"
"Hummallow?"
"It's you!"
"...what?"
"Don't do that. Turn around at this moment! No one is here, right? You don't feel any sign, do you?"
"Yasilo, you're too loud."

　Because Hammaro does scary things!

"………………."
"Hammaro!? No one said anything right now, right? Is there anyone who can only see you?"
"Be quiet, Estella,"
"But!"
"Oh my gosh.

　Estella gets in trouble with Natalia for making a fuss.
　Yeah. It's a good example that irrationality will eventually come back to you.
　People should have a more tolerant mind.

"And it was actually my sister! Wow!"
"Wait, Hammaro! I'm sorry to interrupt you on the way, but I haven't finished talking at all! Can you tell me where you knocked on the window?"
"Yes!"

　Perhaps bored, Hammaro tries to finish the story quickly, and encourages him to continue.
　It is unacceptable that such a way of ending should end. It's kind of stuffy.

"I was knocked, so I asked, 'Who is it?' and she said, 'It's me!'"
"Is it really Loretta's voice?"
"I can't have misheard it!"
"No, but brother... I've never knocked on the window?"
"He said, 'Open it, open it, put it in!'

　Wait, isn't it getting scary?

"At first, "Konkon" became "Dondon" and "Open" became "Open! Get in! Listen!""
`It's certainly not me, is it?'
"My voice got lower and lower than my sister's, and it became the voice of an unknown Ossan!"
`You should notice at that point that it's not me!'
"You can do it!"
"Don't expect me to do it without any more.
"My sister is a great sister who can do anything!"
"Ah! I can't betray my brother's innocent envy...! That's me!"
"No way, Loretta!"
"But brother! My brother said, 'You're amazing' with his sparkling eyes! Can you say, 'That's not me!'"
"I'm sure it's different, so I hope it's different!"
"No, I can't deny the possibility that it's me! There are times when I'm not aware of Ossan's voice and things like that!"
"And that's what worries you!"

　Maybe you're possessed or transferred, YOU!?

`But I ignored her for her commanding tone!'
"Whoa!? You looked down on me all of a sudden! What's that?"
"Boiled food with bamboo shoots and dried bonito!"
"That's not 'Kusuni' but 'Tosani'! It's a delicious guy made by the manager! If you're interested in it, please come and eat it at Yodamari-tei!"
"My sister's stew in Tosa!"
"You're not talking! What happened to the outside voice?"
"I screamed too much, and the last one was like, "Oh my gosh."
"You're so weak!? I wish you'd put on more vengeance, curse, or something like that!"
"I found myself sleeping!"
"You were banging on the window and shouting right outside?"
"Once you get used to it, it's a little lively baby song!"
"You're so courageous that you're a little too much of an older sister!"
"I didn't wake up!"
"You gave up and left."
`But there's a lot of blood outside the window!'
"Don't tell me the terrible facts in an innocent voice!?"
"And it was actually my sister!"
"No!? The first step should have removed me from the charge!"
"But it was your voice?"
"After that, it became a strange voice, didn't it?"
`That's how good our sister can be!'
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"You guys, shut up, brother and sister."I don't know if it's a scary story, a comic story, or a family boast.
　But if you just imagine all the facts that happened... ...it's scary, isn't it? I wonder what would have happened if I opened it up!

　Come on, I really can't get near the window to-day!
　I'll reinforce it with a board so it won't open it won't open!
　I mean, my room is upstairs, and I didn't expect to get hit on the window.

"Well, is it a little better, Hammaro?"
"Hamma... all right!"
"If you say so, I'll tell you!?"
"What?"
"You don't have to add as much as you want!"
"It's hard... shhhhmmm.
"It's nothing to reflect on!"
"Don't reflect!"
"This is... oh, that's enough." But Hammaro, your room was upstairs, wasn't it?"
"Yes!"
"...how do you knock on the upstairs window?"
"Huh?"......Good luck!
"Oh... the answer to "how" was psychology."

　Is Hammaro's bedroom upstairs?
　a woman's room

　Don't send me unnecessary information!

　Oh, I won't see the window anymore! I won't sing!

`Well, I've drawn an illustration!'

　My whole body was chilling, so I quickly drew an illustration.
　I drew it very cute, yes.

　As Hammaro testifies, he's a three-headed character that looks just like Loretta.
　However, he had a mustache around his mouth and added his lines in a muffled font.

"Hey, brother!? Don't do that with a face that looks like me! You ruined the image of cute Loretta!"
"What? What's that?"
"I didn't say 'Bohe!'"
"I'm done coloring!"
"You're so fast at work, ma'am!? Malice!? Challenge me!? I'll take it and stand up!"

　Loretta rushes up to the stage, "Ton, Ton, Ton!" to Becko.
　There is laughter coming out of the hall, but such voices are a little stiff.
　It must have been scary.
　...Hammaro.........I'm disappointed!
　No, it's perfectly planned!

　Oh, I was wondering what to do now, and I was thinking about ending my story quickly, when he showed up.

"Molly! I made it in time for the delivery!"

　A man who had been completely forgotten in my memory. Percy looked oddly haggard, but still came running at full speed, waving his hand wide.

"Brother..."

　Molly stands up and gazes at Percy with a troubled look.
　Do you care about her haggard expression?"

"... sorry. I forgot."

　Oh, I think it was a sense of guilt.
　It's all right. Maybe everyone forgot about it.

"Molly, I did my best! I've worked the most!"

　Percy approaches me with a touch of tears.
　As I watch Percy, I gently lift Molly up onto the stage.

"Hey, baby!? What are you doing?"
"No, it's a good reunion, and it looks like it's going to be a long one, so I'll show it to you all."
"Nothing unnecessary!? It's between brothers and sisters!"
"Brother, were you in time for the delivery? Were the employees okay? Didn't you overdo it?"
"Why is Molly speaking on stage, too!? Come down! She stands out!"
"Answer the question!"
"It's all right! Aunt Zesica was so excited... she was so torn..."

　They seem to have been squeezed out by old‐fashioned employees (mother‐to‐mother girls).
　As I looked at it, my haggard cheeks became about 1.4 times haggard.

"Well, good job, brother. You did a great job. Oh, my God."
"Mo... Molly!"

　Receiving words of gratitude, Percy runs up to the stage with her eyes moistened with emotion.
　Then he tried to hug Molly with all his might and was snapped away. Molly, that's a good move.

"Why do you avoid...?"
"You didn't take a bath, did you? It smells so sweet."
"I've been working so far!"
"That's great! But don't get caught in a sweet body."
"What do you mean by sweet smell?" "That's the first word I've heard of, isn't it?"If you're too sweet, you'll certainly end up saying, "Uh...huh!"
　understand

"And, Percy,"
"Stop it!? At least make it sweet!"
"Smell - Sir,"
"The smell is too strong!? It's eroded, my name!"
"Now that I'm on the stage, tell me something about the fool."
"Are you talking about a fool? What's that?"
"That's the kind of competition right now."

　Love it!
　Talk on the spot and have a good idea of it's all right.
　That's the meaning of your existence.

"What's a fool? Oh my gosh. Seriously."
"It's a kind of scary guy." Don't you know what it is? If you're selected for the prize, you'll get a special snack. Good luck, there.
"No, good luck... Molly, do you want some candy? I'm sure..."
"... just say something?"
"Look at Molly with a scary face!"

　Percy, half in tears at the reunion with her sister, began to cry when she stared at her.
　Ah, what a noisy man! Speak up and let it slip.

"Oh... well, I don't know if it's a fool or not, but it happened last night."

　Scratching her head with a troubled look, Percy begins to speak with a resigned look.

"Yesterday, I was alone at home. There's always Molly, and even if there's no sound, I don't feel any sign of 'Oh, there's no sound.' That really calms me down... Yesterday I was serious and alone... I was a little creepy. a solitary house It was quiet, dark, my house, and I saw it every day, but it was a little different from usual, and I felt really scared."

　Some spectators nodded to Percy's words.
　Do you remember? I've experienced a strangely quiet and chilly atmosphere in a house without parents or at night without children.

"There should be no one, but somehow there's someone... like someone is watching me..."

　It's just a little thing, but I can imagine it realistically, and it's strangely scary.

"And it's so creepy that I asked the Carey brothers to come and stay."
"What!? What's wrong with you now?"

　Carey?
　………………… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
　in a complicated way

　So, Molly.
　Your face is getting really bad. Are you okay?

"... Mr. Neck and Mr. Tick stayed at our place?"
"Oh, he readily agreed." No~ That was really helpful. Thanks to you, I managed to sleep at night and didn't oversleep. What's the matter?"
"...I wasn't there?"
"I see! But I was able to get up! What? Very much."
"...why didn't you call me the day I was there, but you went out of your way to call me the day I wasn't there?"
"Huh? Oh, the Carey brothers? Because there's no point in calling Molly when she's there."
"You don't have any?"
"... to?"
"Isn't there anything that you don't have, brother?"
"Well... Molly, my face!" Well... what are you angry about?"
"What? I'm not mad."
`You're very angry!'
"I'm not mad. I'm not angry, but wouldn't it be all right if he missed the stairs and stepped on his feet when he stepped off the stage?"
"What did I do!? Hey, Molly!"

　Molly seems to have lost all her admiration for Percy for her hard work.
　Well, I understand your frustration, but...

"Yes... Molly... yes..."
"The Carey brothers, you know, sugar daikon? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .."
"That's not true... oh...."

　Molly, your secret seems to have been caught all over the hall.

　I wonder when Molly, who is in a frenzy, will realize it.