Everything about the contestants is over.
　Molly's insensibility bomb seems to make the men in the hall feel unspeakable frustration, sadness and frustration, but that's no use. They say they're in love and blind.

　Well, I don't know. Wouldn't it be all right to take it out on me? Yeah. Percy has come to order.

"Then, lastly, listen to me,"

　In Percy's story, the feeling of "Don't feel like you're being watched" is finished into a blind illustration that embodies "Wall has ears, Shoji has eyes," and Becko is colored.
　At the same time, I will leave a slightly larger color illustration of A2 size that I finished yesterday to Becko. It's an illustration of the ghost I'm going to talk about.
　I'm going to make a presentation after I finish my talk.

　Walk slowly to the center of the stage and look over the stands.
　the sun‐darkened by the sun It's a nice atmosphere.

　Take a slow breath and start talking quietly.

"Somewhere there was a very strong sister and a prodigal brother,"

　My words drew the attention of all the people in the hall to Percy naturally.

"Why!? I'm not a prodigal! I'm more serious!"

　It's not very wrong to say that a man who can't approach a woman to work or to her house is a debauchery. ... well, I'll clear you of any misunderstandings.

"I'm not referring to Percy at all,"
"Look! This is what An-chan is saying! Look at me!"
"He left the factory to his younger sister and got carried away with another woman, and he got angry at her and ran away from home, and if he didn't make it in time, he was driven back to his hometown with the cold eyes of his family."
"You mean me, after all.
By the way, it is said that if my sister approaches Yudono while taking a bath, she will run away from home immediately.'
"As expected, it's not me!"
"It's just fiction. They look alike, but they are different people."

　I'll tell you the promise of the story and start the story.

"My sister has a man she likes????????"
"Oh, that's a relief! We're a different person after all. I don't have that kind of guy for Molly."

　a relieved Percy
　However, the eyes around him are warm. Most of the people here know. Molly's faint love affair may be who she is.
　The only thing I don't realize is Percy, a child who doesn't even know how to fall in love.

"My sister couldn't confide in her brother, who was an extreme system controller. I'm sure they'll oppose it."
"Well, not at all, I'm sure a man who gives to someone else's sister is a rokdenashi."
" -- and that's why I grew up in love behind closed doors."
"Wait a minute!? I wasn't included in the story right now!? It's fiction, right?"

　That's too loud noise!
　Shut up and listen, brother Sisconson.
　This is the best part of the world.

"Himitsu's love affair went smoothly, and before we knew it, the two of us had a vow of marriage."
"Huh!"

　The strange voice came from Molly.
　...you imagined...what? Your face is red?
　When we looked at each other, they turned away with great force. He's turning his back to me and blowing wind down my cheeks with his hands.
　d*mn... How come such a cute creature is like an English mail order program for junior high school students...

"So, we're just relatives, and my sister told my brother that she wanted to get married. But my brother strongly opposed it."
"Big brother, sit down".

　Molly's muttering is murderous.
　It's fiction, Molly. Well, the same thing would happen if you actually came across a scene like that.

"But my sister insisted on getting married. We decided to have the wedding in a white chapel on the mountain that we had long admired. It was my sister's dream to have a wedding ceremony at a chapel in the sun, surrounded by birds, animals, colorful flowers and colorful flowers."
"…………………."

　Molly nodded very strongly.
　It seems to have been there.

"But there was a problem. My brother, who was my only relative, opposed it, and there was no priest to take care of the witness. My sister ran into church in difficulty. Then the kind-hearted giant-breasted sister who heard the story would accept it. It was not flashy, but the Sister said that I would swear eternal love in a small ceremony."
"It's a small ceremony, and I hope you love me forever."

"Huh..." Molly sighed feverishly.
　Not a few of the girls in the hall seemed to have empathy.
　Some people want to make a flamboyant Baburn, while others want to make a modest and peaceful vow.
　Molly is, if anything, the latter.

"Well! I'll never go. Hey, two of you are a little bit... It's usually a place to invite people on top of a mountain or something like that. Think of it as a nuisance to me."

　Now Percy, who is completely linked to the brother of the story, says in the most grumpy way.
　I have no learning ability at all... It's fiction.

"But, of course, my brother objected. "I'll never go." 『Hey, two of you are little~』 It's usually a place to invite people on top of a mountain or something like that. Think of it as a nuisance to me.'
"Hey!? That's the guy I just mentioned!? It's not me, right? It's fiction!""By chance. It's a coincidence."
"What a coincidence!?"

　Don't be noisy. It's fiction.

"My brother thought his sister would give up if he strongly opposed it. But my sister was determined. There was a forecast that it might rain on the day of the wedding, but my sister's determination remained firm."
"Love is the strongest,"

　Molly muttered in a voice that no one could hear, as if she were telling herself.
　Percy doesn't seem to be the only one who's superimposed on himself.

"That's why my brother took strong measures. On the day of the ceremony, my brother kidnapped the groom."
"You suck!"
"Percy sucks!"
"What a raccoon!"
"Hey!? It's not me! It's fiction!"

　There's a concentration of criticism on Percy.
　It's a routine act, I'm sure. Yeah. Trust is important, Percy. I'm a swindler, so I'm sure I'll tell you.

"The sky was cloudy and soon it began to rain. a groom who doesn't come in the worst weather My brother was sure that my sister would come home crying. My brother intended to tell his sister, who was hurt and back in his arms. 'That's why I told you, didn't I? Don't trust another man. I'll protect you forever.'
"Well, that's what he says,"

　Hey, Percy. Hey!

"But my sister didn't come back. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. It was still noon, but the sky was completely dark. Still, my sister won't come back. Did you go to Yatsu's house to see the groom or to see the groom to church? I couldn't find my sister even though I went around in the place I couldn't find her. The church told me that the Sister, who took charge of the wedding, had not yet returned -- they were still in the mountains."

　I heard a quiet breath.

"My brother was heading for the mountain. We were walking toward the top of the mountain step by step, stricken by a muddy road caused by heavy rain. The road was blocked by landslides on the way. It didn't stop raining, and my brother was all wet and covered in mud."

"Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh
　Look up at the blocked road and wipe the sweat and rainwater dripping from the jaws with your arms.
　The road is gone, and a look of bewildered anguish.

　The audience then leaned forward. feel one's concentration here
　By effectively interposing these etudes, the storytelling brings more scenes into the minds of the listener.

"I thought I'd go back like this. But even more so, I was almost overwhelmed with anxiety. Is my sister in the church on top of the mountain safe in this situation."

　Tension engulfs the hall.
　My face is full of nervousness, breathless, anxious faces that are about to burst into tears are all sorts of faces are looking at me.
　Percy, too, linked to her brother in the story, looked as if she were worried about her sister.

"By way of the collapsed road, my brother stepped into a mountain full of trees. I raked through the plants, my feet were covered in mud, and the relentless rain... ...and it was all night. The mountain usually takes about two hours to reach the summit, but it took longer than necessary because I was taking a detour, getting lost, and on a bad road. It was pitch dark around. The noisy rain had gone up and the mountains were quiet. while I found a flickering light beyond the trees."

　The bonfire lit in the hall shook in the wind.
　We don't have any shiny bricks to talk about. The torch's unreliable orange light shines through the hall.

"At last, my brother got to the church. In the dark mountains a white church stood out glisteningly. 'Huh...huh...I'm finally here...' Breathing on his shoulders, my brother puts his hand on the church door. The heavy door opens with a "...squeak...squeak..."

　The girls in the audience huddle together.

"In the church stood a sister in a white robe and a sister in a dress."

　The atmosphere in the hall eased for a moment.

"'...I'm glad.' After muttering "Are you safe?", my brother became extremely angry. If my sister hadn't told me she was going to have a wedding in such a place in the first place, or if I hadn't told her she was going to get married before that, I wouldn't have had to worry or worry so much. When I thought so, my brother screamed in silence. 'That's why I told you!' `You have only to listen to me!'"

　Then, close your mouth for a moment.
　There's an uncomfortable silence that's too long for an interval.

　Words that break silence are small and easy.

"But my sister didn't turn around, and she didn't she.

　And the fierce brother was violent.

"'Hey! Are you listening!'

　stretch out one's arms and grab a girl by the shoulder I'll try to do it like that.
　...but the hand that grips my shoulder stops, shakes...feels abnormal.

　Many people seem to have noticed such minor changes, and anxiety spreads throughout the audience.

"'Hey, my brother... the groom... he didn't come... I've been waiting for him for a long time... My hand trembles on my shoulder. It's my fault that the groom didn't come. I couldn't help but think that my sister knew it, or that she had a grudge. "Well, you know, Ni... uh... uh..."

　mutter in a broken, eerie voice
　Then, with a slow, reflective gesture, you look up at the auditorium diagonally below.

"When my brother saw my sister looking back, he screamed -- 'Wow!'"A loud voice leaps the shoulders of the audience.
　He confronts my brother with a convincing sense of his own.

"When I looked back, my sister's face was half black with mud and a huge rock stuck in her stomach. The white dress quickly turned crimson with spouting blood as my sister impatiently pulled out a large rock. and he looked up at his brother with dark, dark eyes without light, and said, 'I will do as you say... for I will be by your side forever.'"

"Whoa!" I heard a woman scream.
　I glanced quickly and found Jeanette covering her ears with her head around her ears closed.

"My brother was paralyzed and asked the sister standing next to him for help. "Sister! My sister! My sister!" ... and the sister slowly turned round and peered into my brother's face. "Good, brother... I'll never leave you, my sister and I..."--the Sister's face was covered with blood and he had a great scar on his cheek. His white robe was worn out, as if he had crawled out of the soil. --the brother fainted there--and later the bodies of his sister and Sister were found in the mud. Both of them were killed instantly when they were pierced by a huge rock."

　take a slow, deep breath
　It's a change of scene.

"A few years later, my brother managed to recover and get married. I was dealing with a woman who I had always been thinking about."

　The hall begins to have a subtle air of murder.
"Huh? Are you going to break up my sister's marriage and get married?" "Percy sucks."

"It's been raining all morning on our wedding day. My brother was breathless when he visited the church. Because the church looked just like the one on the mountain... 'No way...' My brother opens the door to the church. '...shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh My brother shouted when he opened the door. Behind the door stood my sister in a muddy dress and a sister in a blood-stained robe. '...no, brother...you said you'd be with me forever.' I was hugged by two crawling up to me, and I breathed a muddy breath in my ear... 'I won't give it to anyone...'

　Q: After saying the last line, hold your breath and leave the audience in the middle of the story. The audience is always timing their breath to the breath of the narrator, so when we hold our breath, we lose sight of the timing of their breath.
　I'll wrap this up after I've had enough of the stifling silence.

"And in return for ruining her sister's happiness, Percy could never marry her for the rest of her life."
"Wait a minute!"

　It was almost at the same time that I bowed and Percy stood up.

"You said it wasn't about me! It was fiction!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I just got the last sentence ☆"
"No prophecy! I'm getting married!"
"...you disturbed my marriage?"
"You didn't!? Marriage has nothing to do with Molly! It's definitely fiction!"
"It's all right, Percy said.

　Umaro gazes at Percy with a difficult look.

"I'm sorry.
"That's why it's not me! I'm not interrupting my sister's marriage!"
"Then you're going to support Molly when she gets married, aren't you?"
"What? No way! Or Molly will never marry for the rest of her life! She can't have a man she likes!"
"Ah... Mr. Jiro's prophecy is likely to come true."
`Nothing!'

　The whole hall is looking at Percy with disapproval.
　Phew, you didn't do anything, but you didn't like me.

　There was only one person who looked at me with disapproval. It's Jeanette.

"Well... that's terrible, Mr. Jiro," I told you that Mr. Yashiro's story was not a scary one, but a story for fancy dress..."

　Oh... Come to think of it, was that the plan?
　I had told Jeanette that beforehand.
　No, it's not.
　I couldn't help but feel the atmosphere of the festival...

　I just wanted to frighten Percy a little...

"Oh, because of Percy..."
"I didn't do anything!"

　a teary‐eyed parsee
　Yeah, you're not cute and your heart doesn't feel tight when you know.

"Molly is a little rebellious now, so I don't want to say anything that will make my impression worse, really!"
"Rebellion? Molly?"

　You didn't see that pose at all, did you?

"That's right! When I open the door of my room, I get angry and say, 'Knock!' and when I'm taking a bath, I'm told not to enter the bathroom, and when I try to sleep with you, I'm knocked out of my bedroom..."
"Percy, it's not a rebellious period, it's a self-defense instinct."

　Are you doing nothing but that? Don't run away from home often. Molly is really a kind‐hearted girl.
　Well, I'm running away from home now.

"I was away from the factory for a while, and I said, 'Work!' and got angry..."
"That's quite the case, isn't it?

　If you ask a hundred people, a hundred people will say, "You're to blame," the matter.

"Even now, I've gone somewhere with my eyebrows raised..."

　a shruggy parsee
　When you show me a weak look like that... ...Yeah, I don't think anything and I don't feel anything. You deserve it.

"Baekho~ I'm scared of Jeanette. Show me an illustration~"
"Hey!? You don't have to ignore me at all! You can comfort me!"
"You don't have to comfort me, do you?
`I don't know which!'

　Ignoring the noisy Percy, Becko comes to the center of the stage with two illustrations.
　This is the illustration I gave you earlier.

"Well, Mr. Jiro is the best of all. This kind of idea still cannot come out of my mind. It is necessary to study harder."Staring at the illustrations in an admiring manner, he presents them one by one to the venue.
　Brightly depicted on large A2-size paper are illustrations of the deceased bride and the deceased Sister.
　He prides himself on the beauty of his social game illustrations, which would allow new subscribers to catch in hundreds of thousands of units.

　People in the hall who saw the illustrations exclaim, "Wow."
　There you go! We haven't lost to Becko in this field yet.
　Things that are not likely to exist in this world draw out and stir up human creativity.

"Yasilo! I want to make this outfit!"

　I caught the ukurinez beautifully.
　It looks like a beautiful dress torn apart, but it still looks well-proportioned.

"Oh... pretty pretty,"

　Estella says in an admiring voice when she sees the two illustrations.
　I don't like the content of the story, but the illustration itself doesn't have any elements to incite fear.
　Well, there's a bit of white robe smudging red and the bride's face dirty with mud.
　Even with this kind of fancy makeup, the model will look cute enough.

　When I looked at Jeanette, all the expressions of fear had vanished, and a completely different expression had peeped into my face.
　It's an expression of embarrassment, like, "Huh? ... no, but... ...but...?"
　Well... I think anyone other than Jeanette would notice it all at once.
　I've painted it so easily.

　Well, the other Molly is...

"Brother,"

　He came back to Percy with a tray on his face.
　The tray is covered with cloth and cannot be seen inside. But that bulge...

"Molly! Where have you been!? You know, that's because it's your creation? I don't care at all! No offense, seriously!"
"...so what if my brother brought a man who wanted to marry me?"
"I'll hit you,"
「…………」
"Oh, wait! No! No, I'll talk to you first. Then I'll talk to you said.
"Ah... my brother is, indeed..."

　Molly is holding out a tray with a dumb look on her face.
　Percy, bewildered, accepts the tray. Molly's actions seem to be confusing.

"Huh? What's this?"
"I think I worked hard and made it on time."
"Deadline? ... Oh, my God! Sugar." Yeah, I made it in time. Time, time, time, time, time! The last catch-up is amazing! We all hugged each other after it was over, really!"
"It's fun, isn't it, work?"
"Well... well, it would have been better if Molly had been there."
"If I'm here, you'll be gone."
"Well... there, you know... sharing?"
"... brother?"
"Oh, no! I work hard, too! I was told by Aunt Zessica, 'If you're playing around, you'll get rid of your house and factory!'"
"That house is too big for me alone... do your best not to be kicked out."
"Oh! Leave it to me!"
"Then... reward my brother for working hard."

　Say and remove the cloth from the tray.
　There were three beautiful triangular onigiri on the tray. Next door is a steaming tea.

"Molly... this?"
"I've got it. How do you do it?"
"Molly..."

　Molly looks down shyly.
　Percy is as stiff as if he were impressed.

　Oh, I see.
　Was Molly practicing rice balls to "master by the end of the day" for this?

　That's right.
　in spite of being Percy
　a lucky person

"Great! Great, Molly,"
"Just like onigiri... exaggerated."

　As I said, Molly looks happy.

"No, I was really scared." You take care of all the housework, but no matter how much you cook, you won't improve. Everything else is perfect, but I can't cook enough, so I'm at the level of a drawdown..."
"If you don't want to eat it, give it to me."
"I'm going to eat it! I want to eat it! Because it looks good!"
"... Brother? I'm leaving home."
"Why?! I'm complimenting you!"

　No, you're doing a great disservice.
　I see. Molly... Can't you cook? Well, there are not many people who can do anything about it."
　Especially if you lose your mother at an early age, there will be no one to teach you how to cook.

"Well! What's this! It's delicious!""Oh, my God... my God.

　Molly shyly turns away from Percy, who makes a fuss over rice balls.
　But his face, turned away, was loosened with joy.
　For some reason, Molly is a pretty good bracon, isn't she?

"Molly, did you practice for me?"Wow! Our sister is the best! She's the cutest in the world!"
"Oh, come on! I'm embarrassed. Don't say that in front of everyone!"

　Tell me when you're alone.
　Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Molly is the best! She won't give it to anyone for the rest of her life!"
"……………… Brother?"

　Molly's happy, embarrassed, and relaxed face turns into an absolutely zero-degree, cold expression in an instant.
　Wow, I can't believe the white cold air like dry ice.

　...my fictional nonsense may cease to be fiction.

"Eat quickly and go home."
"Hey, Molly! You're complimenting me!"

　Molly turns her back on clinging Percy.
　Then you notice two illustrations on the stage.
　Staring intently, he muttered "...what?" and rushed to the illustration.
　Staring at the illustration at close range, he looks at me with awkward movements like an oiled tin doll.

"Ah, uh... Mr. Jillo?"

　Before I knew it, Jeanette had arrived behind Molly in a creaking motion.
　He and Molly are looking at the illustrations and muttering, "...as expected."

"I think it's just my imagination... this."

　Molly and Jeanette look at me in front of the illustrations of the deceased bride and the deceased Sister.

"It's kind of like us... it's not... is it?"

　The desire to deny is twisting the grammar, but the reality doesn't change when you change "Isn't it similar?" to "Isn't it similar?"
　Because you guys are the models.
　I mean, it's drawn exactly like that, isn't it?
　The deceased Sister is such a huge milk that no one else can believe ☆

"This is your Halloween outfit."
"What?"

　We are surprised to hear one voice and look at the illustration again at the same time.
　and together they pressed their cheeks????

"Oh, my stomach..."

　muttered the same word at the same time.

　I see.
　The clothes were torn in the sand, and the deceased bride and the deceased sister had a full stomach... or rather, they were designed to look at their stomachs.

"...you meant it, didn't you?"

　what I said
"Do you want to get your stomach out and walk down the main street?"
　I wasn't lying or crazy.

"Let's do our best until the show".
``Huh!'

　Jeanette and Molly put their hands on their respective shoulders, and at the same time they were covering their stomachs with both hands.




　After that, the presentation of the excellent person is made and new sweets are awarded.
　It was Lucia who won the top prize -- I'm so frustrated.

"Let's make it a family treasure!"
"Eat!"
"If you eat it, it will disappear, but anchovy!"
"Are you Imelda?"

　After staring at him and bragging about it here and there, he gazed at me from above, saying, "I'll eat it again next time, so make it again."
　Are you going to take the money next time?


　Then, after the closing speech, they naturally stormed into a large banquet.
　Like the athletic meet, liquor and meat were brought in from Cantaltica, and Yodamari-tei also participated in the war by cooking Assund's ingredients in a kitchenette.

　The clamour continued late into the night, and it was only after midnight that I returned to the Yodamari-tei.
　Both Jeanette and Magda looked sleepy and were returning to their rooms upon arrival at the Yodamari-tei, so they managed to secure Magda -- they had finished their last toilet tonight.
　It's only after the sun rises tomorrow.

　I pray that the windows may not make any strange noises, and that I may sleep peacefully."