"Oh, my God!"
"Oh, is your brother spitting out some ill-fated he.
"…this is the dark side of the winner of the Grand Prix." You should make her smile again."
"Well, Mr. Yashiro, let's all celebrate when we get home!"
"Bullofer ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"It's thick!? It's getting darker!"
"... manager, say one more word."
"Oh, well, I've always noticed Jiro's cuteness!"
"Genet-chan... I'm sorry, it's all so counterproductive that it's kind of interesting to watch."

　You're a beauty!
　with a slightly hateful look on one's shoulder
　The vibration will make your chest fleshed out of course!

"...what are your eyes? What are you thinking about?"
"'Perhaps the vibration will make my chest fleshed,'" he said.
"I know you don't have to say as much about Jiro as you think, Magda, Natalia, Regina!"

　Estella's cry echoes into the dim sky.
　Night is coming soon.
　It's about time the church kids started getting ready to go home.

"Come to think of it, what happened to "Miss Cheerful Daughter"?
"Uh......the instructor of the 41st leg was the Grand Prix."
"He's a student here to learn gymnastics, and he's a nice guy who opens a shop on Avenue." He's always fine and his smile sparkles, you know, I understand."
`I, too, have a bright smile!'
"Because Loretta laughs and mosses, and six falls too far,"
"In the case of Loretta, it's not 'Miss Cheerful Girl' but 'Miss Cheerful Girl' or 'Miss Flying Girl'."
"That's too much, Paula! Just because you made a mistake!"
"Oh! Is Paula a quasi-mistake?"
"Huh! I see! Well, it's number two, but you're still happy, aren't you?"

　His tail is fluttering like crazy.
　They seem to be quite happy.

Paula was good at appealing, wasn't she? All the judges tell us exactly what menu they ordered at the same time. You got it all right. It was amazing."
"No, Mr. Neferry! What the judges highly evaluated was his fluttering tail every time he said 'correct'! That's cowardly! He's a girl who expresses his joy indefinitely and so on!"
"But you can't help the tail! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .."

　Oh, I think I know.
　Just a little compliment is amazing.If you're happily tailed, you'll be like, "Cute!"

"Paula is just a bit of an ossan."
`You're not the main fan base of carpenters!'
"It's poo! Next time, I'm going to enter a contest sponsored by Tolbeck Construction Company!"
`I've seen through such a sequel to you, I'm sure!'

　As Loretta tries to seize the shield, Paula defends, and such a conversation repeats.
　Don't take it.
　Loretta's selfishness is natural in front of Paula, isn't it?
　She seems to envy her sister for her achievements.

　I'm so tired that I don't have the energy to envy Lorettas for their physical strength.
　I'm staring blankly and thinking or thinking nothing.

"Are you still going to do 'Miss Nice' after this? Let's go home now."
"It's all right. It shouldn't take that long."
"Why don't the anchovies know how to judge 'Miss Lovely Man'? They sit in the seats all day with a big face on themselves.

　I was made to sit down.
　And perhaps he deliberately hid himself because he thought I might have noticed something if I told him how to judge "Miss Lovely Yan."

"Everybody in this room has the right to vote for "Miss Lovely Ya"."
"Voting rights...?"
"All the women who were here today will be eligible for the vote."

　I see.
　That's why we've shown beauty pageants in various categories on the stage from the preliminary rounds.
　I didn't choose the seven judges, but I'm going to vote for them. This is the very thing that "Miss is wonderful." That's the way to decide.
　fairness in a sense ... well, since we're doing it in the 41st leg, it's only natural that there are more people in the 41st leg among the spectators, so maybe the women in the 41st leg are more advantageous.

　And if it was such a method of screening, he would have kept silent, saying, "Oh, I don't have the chance to be a judge, why am I here... well!" for fear that I might notice Estella's plan. Estella...

"So yes," I've got everybody's vote."
"I'm ready,"
"If someone flies and you know that there's a ballot, you'll be caught."
"…correct it." It's well prepared."

　have a nasty personality

"Are you the embodiment of the Spirit God?"
"What...?! And that means... she's like a goddess?"
"So mean".
"...your spirituality may have to be corrected somewhere."

　It's not the way I take it, but the spirit of Earrasii that makes me feel that way.
"I can't change myself, so I'm going to change my way of thinking." ...what? She's such a selfish woman.

"Paula, are you going to put it in yourself?"
`Oh, you can't do that!'Let's get that shit... You were trying to get it into yourself.
　After all, semi‐mistakes are a little stuck in places, aren't you?

"... Loretta. How do you write 'Magda'?"
"I'm trying to hide a little, self-voting!? I envy Magdachy for his stoutness!"
"Well, Fox blacksmith,"
"Huh? What is it, Regina?"
"How many cups did I play?"
"Why are you trying to write a few cups on the ballot?"
"What!? Akan's!"
`You'll try to act according to your present appearance!'
"No, this gap is so erotic and annoying, right?"
"I can't! I shouldn't let him out!"
"May I help you, Estella?"
"What, Natalia?"
"The spelling is 'N', 'A', 'T'..."
"Why are you trying to get me to vote!? Normally, the head waiter will vote for you!"
"No, I thought it would be rude for anyone other than the lord of the 41st Ward to vote for Estella. The memory of the two of them is...
"I would like you to have a bang vote to erase that memory!"

　Oh, come on... It's really lively.

　Not as much as here, but here and there we hear a happy voice.
　Looking at the audience laughing and talking about "She was cute," "What's her name?" and "I became a fan of her, didn't I?", as if to recall the day, I can be sure that this event was a great success.

"Who are you, Mr. Jinet?"
"Well, I told Mr. Jiro."
"Wait, Jeanette! The voting target is 'the woman who was here today.' I'm not included."
"But it's the Grand Prix?"
It doesn't matter whether you win or not. It's just a rule."
"Well... I'm sorry,"
"Mr. Estella, could you give me another ballot?"
"Wait, Becko! Why are you crumpling up the ballot? You're not...!"
"I can't believe it wasn't covered... well,"

　Why are you trying to vote for me?
　You should vote for Norma! You're a fan, aren't you?

"At any rate, I must come home as soon as the contest is over."
"Hey, Becko! We're going to have a good day at Yodamari-tei today, so be sure to join us, eh? Why don't you stay until morning?"
"No, no, because I have done what I want to do????????"
"Oh, well, you want to stay that long! All right, stay! Until your crappy creative motivation dies!"

　Taemae, what are you trying to make?
　Oh, you don't have to say it, or never say it! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Mr. Becko, by any chance... a wax statue of Jiroko? I want one!"

　I got it!
　And I've had a good bite!
　Wow, Jeannette, it's strangely sharp only when you do this!

"Becko... I won't go home to-day..."
"Ya, Mr. Jiro, now... it's a little too much for a girl to say such a thing."
"I'm not a girl, am I?" What's wrong? Would you like to have a brain fight?"

I'm going to make you say, "Oh, my gosh," you know?

"I'm at a loss, then, who should I get in?"

　Jeanette starts to worry seriously when she hears that I'm not the target.
　Do you have that much to worry about? Or there are many other options.

"Who are you voting for?"



　Rumor...



　There was some sort of tension that was hard to describe all around.

　Jeanette, now...
　Don't ask, that's hard to answer.

　And don't stare so hard. Everybody.
　It's only one vote in the contest.
　My vote is not worth much. It's as light as that, after all.

"It's a secret,"
"No way, Darling, to Atashi!"
"Astella, do you have to abstain from voting?"

　There are a few people who are so delusional that they're going to be troublesome if they keep it a secret, my dear!

"I'll write it over there and get it out!"

　If you stay here, you'll have your own guess at the movement of your pen.
　Keep a distance from them, and... be careful not to mutter that there are some good-eared people, and that it must be a low voice... ...whose name shall I write?"

　…………
　…………
　…………
　......huh.
　What am I seriously worried about?

　It's just a game, isn't it? It's just an event today.
　If you write with a light heart, it's OK.

　The name of the guy suddenly came to mind.



　Well, I'm always grateful.



　I was kind of nervous when I put my ballot in the ballot box.
　He worked so that his handwriting wouldn't tell him, and he worked so cheaply that he wouldn't know by the number of strokes.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
　You don't have to be so careful...

"Hey, Jiro-kun!"

　Marsha is beckoning every now and then.
　and as I approached him -- '

"I counted the number of strokes with the sound of a brush. Did you write 'Yodamari-tei'?"

　You can't underestimate me because I have a scary guy here!
　That's great, man. That's exactly what I've done to make it sound like, me!
　That's a relief!

"Oh... a secret,"
"Oh, no, I don't you think so." You're very careful now~"

　...because I have someone like you.
　Or is the number of strokes in Japanese the same as the language used by Marsha? You didn't translate it that well, did you? No, that's not necessary.
　Honto, you have a troublesome personality, spirit god.

"It's about time, boys," Write quickly and vote."
"Oh, wait! I'm shaking between self-esteem and ethics!"
"Now you can write your own name, Loretta,"
"That being said, Paula...!"
"It doesn't matter if you get one more vote."
"That's even worse, Paula!?"
"Look, I don't have time! Write it down!"
"Oh my gosh, don't rush me! Oh my gosh! I'll go with the manager!"
"What!? No, it's too good for me! Then to Mr. Magda...!"
"...and Magda wrote "the manager."
"What!"

　Perhaps an expression of his daily appreciation, Magda and Loretta eventually wrote Jeanette's name on the ballot paper.

"As expected, the manager must be in Yodamari-tei, so a vote for him is the best!"
"…The manager is Magda's goal. This is also a vote for my future self."
"Well... I don't think I am."

　Jeanette glances at me.
　......what's that?

"... and I'll go and vote."
"Oh, wait, manager! I'm going with you."
"...and Magda,"

　Loretta, Magda, en route to the polling station following Jeanette.
　Magda stops in front of me and glances up at me.

"...the consensus of Yodamari-tei"

　You just say what you want and walk away without hearing my answer.
　...don't hit me like that. d*mn it!



　Then, when each of them finished voting, the servants of the Ricardo House began to line up to count the votes.

"""This is an important event hosted by Mr. Ricardo." that even a minute's mistake will not be tolerated!"
"'Huh!'"

　As always, it's a hot, vertical society.
　But those servants are as efficient as these waiters.
　Given his age, that butler must be a good leader.
　You're a fool at the top.


　Then, the ballots sorted by the sorting team will be counted by the measuring team.
The ballot counting process was finally over, as figures that seemed to play the role of "positive" were drawn one after another.

　The butler writes down the results of the ballot on paper.
　When I heard the result, the butler's eyelids opened slightly. He must have been an unexpected person.

　And when the sky was completely dark, today's most prestigious Grand Prix of Miss Lovely Night was announced.

　Ricardo, the chairman of the judging panel, stood in the middle of the stage with the paper he received from the butler -- dressed as a woman -- puff!

"Don't laugh, Oba! It's in the middle of the sacred closing ceremony!"

　a womanly lord who screams with his red mouth wide open with lipstick
　Why don't you start working like that tomorrow? You look good on me. It's not cute at all!

"Kohon... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　Ricardo seems to be announcing the final prize, despite the fact that he had thrown the ball at women on the steering committee.
　Ricardo's low voice melts away in the wind. Everyone was waiting with a strained look for the next word.

"Glorious, 'Miss Wonderful' Grand Prix--"

　After a slow, impatient pause, Ricardo reads out the Grand Prix's name.



"The Forty-second leg -- Sister Bertina!"



　...he?

"He?"

　There was an unreliable voice next to me.
　The Lord of the voice is whoever it is, Sister Bertina herself.

"What!? Oh, well, I didn't make an entry anywhere."
"It doesn't matter. The voting conditions are 'the woman who was here today.' Many of the people here have chosen you as the Grand Prix. This is the result of a fair examination."
"No, no, but..."

　Bertina looks me in the face as if she were asking for help.
　That's why I said it first, right?
If you become as beautiful as Bertina, you shouldn't get too close to the stage because sometimes you get votes and win even if you don't enter.

　...I didn't expect it to really happen, though.

"What, what shall I do?"
"It's a good opportunity, and you'll get it."
"But... I feel sorry that you have done nothing for this day, and that I should give it to you.""But Sister," A lot of people here chose it, and don't you feel sorry to wear it as a sleeve?"
"I can't believe I should wear it on my sleeve..."

　Jeanette points out that Bertina looks embarrassed.

"But... not the kind of prize I should have received."

　I'm not ashamed of this, am I ashamed?
　If you're not confident in yourself and you're confused, it's possible to push your back and say, "Be confident." But Bertina isn't.
　No one cares about it, but you're obsessed with it, aren't you?
　There's one way to silence Bertina.

"Ricardo, what's the second prize?"
"It's 100 kilograms of beast meat."
"...!?"

　Bertina's ears twitched.
　At the Yodamari-tei, he would accept it as if he had said, "Well, thank you very much," but it seems that he is having a hard time making up his mind at a big competition.

　If that's the case, strategy to make a decision. 2.

"I want to eat the magical animal meat dish that Jeanette cooked."
"Oh? Oh, that's right. I want to cook the meat of many demons!"
"Yes, yes! I want to eat too!"
"... Magda, I rather like the flesh of the beast."

　Bertina burst out in response to such an artificial request.

"Slurping. That's right. I'm sure it'll be delicious if it's Jeanette's dish."

shake one's shoulders and wipe the tears from one's eyes after a short laugh
　Perhaps the gesture alone forgot how to breathe, but several men fell to the ground.
　This is a satisfactory Grand Prix.

"Well, if you will be presumptuous, I will ask you to refrain from doing so."

　A round of congratulatory applause arose from the hall for the beautiful Elf, who smiled with tear-stained eyes.

　This is what Magda was joking about...
　Bertina might as well be inducted into the Hall of Fame as soon as possible.
　She looks as beautiful as if she had won the favor of the spirit.
　It's as reckless as beating Medra in arm wrestling.

"So, can you say something to me from "Miss I love you?"
"What? Well, then...."

　Instead of standing on the platform, Bertina stands up and speaks to everyone there in a clear, clear voice.

"I think the hearts of all of you who work together to do something are beautiful and wonderful. Regardless of whether you win or lose, praise, respect, and respect each other, and discover the beauty of each of you. In such a situation, you may find friends who share the same aspirations. You may meet an irreplaceable rival. I hope this place will be a place where you can meet and have opportunities."

　He finishes his speech without hesitation, and finally, with a remarkable smile.


"Your smile today was very nice."


　a place where beautiful smiles gather and be born
　I wish this street could become such a place -- wouldn't it be nice?


　There is a thunderous applause, and the honor of the first generation, Miss Nice, is honored.
　The next semi-Grand Prix of Miss Lovely Yan was a kind of predictable -- O'Sina.

　Yup.
　It seems that the men of the 41st leg like mature, tolerant, and gentle women.
　Muscled men who were working alone at the risk of danger seemed hungry for healing and indulgence.

　I think you can make a lot of money by making an earpick cafe.

　The mad beauty pageant came to an end with such a little ambition.






`````` `Yodamari-tei!''

　Such words leaked from the bottom of my heart.
　I'm tired... I'm really tired today.

　I shouldn't have done anything, but today's is the most tiring.
　After all, mental damage is hard to resist.

"What do you want to eat?"
"No, rest for a moment, Jeanette..."
"Yes, Jiro, please take a rest.

　No, you too...
　Oh, that's enough.
　You are a strange creature that HP recovers by cooking.

"First of all, if you take a bite, you can't wake up for half a year."
"Don't do that, Mr. Jiro! It's too dangerous to be joking about!"

　Haha, I'm not kidding.
　I'd rather go and bury it in the wetlands.

"It's all right," I won't give it up to someone without Mr. Jiro's permission. It's a complete hobby, and it doesn't cost much, nor is it a commodity."
"Well... I'm sorry,"

　Jeanette nodded her head.
　I hope this will give you up.

"It's not going to be a product.........huh! That's right, Mr. Yashiro! Isn't this the time for the garbage collection guild?"
"You've pulled out something you miss again!"

　drive the most dangerous Jeanette to the kitchen right now.
　It would be a good idea to keep it completely isolated from Becko for a while.

"But I'm glad I didn't ask for a big shelf."

　Loretta, who boasted that she would line up the trophies with all the awards, finally seems to have come to life.

"A shelf of two shields will suffice,"
"I won't decorate my portion,"

　One piece is enough!

"Why!"
"...the achievements of my friends are the achievements of all the members of the Yodamari-tei."
"There's no such thing as "Yashiroko-chan" in this shop!"

　Who will decorate it? Such an abominable shield!
　I'll put it in the oven tomorrow.

"Yasilo, if you put it in the oven, I'll give you my shield."
"No, leave yours on display, quasi-"Miss Stylish", poop."
"Oh, thank you very much, "Yasiroko!"...hey!

"Oh, but I wanted it, too,"Well, I don't say anything extravagant about shields. I don't care if it's a prize-winning thing."
"It can't be helped," for they were not chosen."
"Let's do our best next time, right, Mr. Lolita said.
"Well..."

　The shield received Estella from the semi-Miss Stylish, Norma from the semi-Miss Cooking Skills, Paula from the semi-Miss Vibrant Daughter, Marsha from the Miss Muscle, and Magda from the Miss Cute. And it's only Bertina in Miss Lovely.

　Bertina went home with the church kids, and Barbara went home earlier when Teresa put them to sleep. Wendy returned with Theron.
　People around here don't attend the fatigue party at Yodamari-tei.

　The faces I'm not getting right now are Jeanette, Loretta, Natalia, Milly, Delia, Regina, and Neferry.
　Well, you don't have to leave out the Magdas just because you got them."

"What's wrong with you? The prize for participation is nothing but a souvenir."
"That's fine~...I wanted proof that I was cute today."
"Well, then, I'll do this."

　It's not insurance, but...
　If by any chance only one person could get anything -- it would be helpful to have something in store for that reason.
　Take a small souvenir out of a leather bag hidden on the floor and give it to them.

"Brother... what about this?"
"It's a prize for participating in the Miss Contest Yodamarijeong Cup."

　It is a commemorative pinbatch in the size of a 500‐yen coin with a winged sun motif.
　It expresses the warmth of the sunsets and the infinite possibilities of fluttering into the future.

"It's a small beauty pageant for which I chair the judging committee,"
"Did you get this award from the chairman of the judging committee? Wow! I did it! I'm so happy!"

　Hold a small souvenir in both hands, and hold it high up in the sky.
　It's too small to decorate. It's a small gift.

"Wait a minute, brother! It says 'Grand Prix'!"

　Ah
　Come to think of it, did you create some small categories and make them all Grand Prix?
　At best, however, it's a prize for "working hard" or "a prize for beautiful handwriting" that's just childish.

"I got the Grand Prix from my brother! I got it! I did it!"

　...so don't get carried away with such an overcoat.
　I'm getting a little embarrassed because it's too small.

"Oh, well... I don't want to get anything,"
"And do you have anything you want?"
"Millie's, too?"
"Oh, just in case," But it's really not a big deal...
"Oh, my!"
"Yes!"

　Delia and even Milly raise their hands as if Loretta had been infected.
　Is it enough to bang on?

"Well, the memorabilia--"

　When I was about to take out the pinbatch from the leather bag, I was grabbed by the hem of my clothes. with vigor

「……」

　When I turned around, Magda was staring up at me.
　Hold the shield of "Miss Cute" in the opposite hand of my clothes.

「……」

　Don't even think about throwing it away. for this shabby pinbatch

　Oh, my gosh.
　Sorry for Delia and Milly, but let me put it off for a moment.

"Magda".
「……」
"This has nothing to do with the beauty pageant in the 41st leg, because I am the host of the beauty pageant."
「……」
"So whether they're winning or not doesn't have any effect on our judgment."
"... then,"
"It's impossible for our magda to be left out of the prize,"

　There will be a slight difference in treatment with Loretta, but... it can't be helped that you look so tearful.
　Attach a pin badge to the cape of the magda with respect to one knee.
　The hole... well, we can make a mistake later. a small hole in a hole

"It's the 'Miss Signage Girl' Grand Prix. Congratulations."
"...yes,"

　Tracing the pinbatch attached to you with your fingers, reading the letters, and standing your tail straight.

"... whoop,"

　I'm glad you look satisfied.

"Yasilo is too sweet on magda,"
"Slurp. That's the beauty of the ladybug, isn't it?"
"Oh, I don't,"

　Magda put her shield on the table and began to spin.
　No, no, take care of the shield, too. Decorate, eh?

"...Magda is the daughter of Yodamari-tei. No, it's the pinnacle of the world of girls."

　Well, I'm glad it looks fun.

"Yasilo! What about you?"
"Hey, Delia,"
"Well... wear it like a magda... I want it, don't you?"

　Delia... Where did you learn that? Such a cunning glance.
　Did you learn from someone during the preparation period for the beauty pageant... that's dangerous, beauty pageant. I think we'll do away with it from next year.

"Then I'll present you with a batch of Grand Prix.""Oh! How tickling!"

　You've urged me to do it yourself.
　So I guess we'll have to get to everyone after this, this is the way it goes.

"You're going to make a hole,"
"All right!"

　I see.

"Delia is "Miss Dependable Sister".
"What!? Not strong or muscular!? Oh, you're giving it to me!"
"You're taking good care of the kids, aren't you? I'm counting on you too."
"I see! Oh, I'll be able to rely more on you!"

　I thought Delia might like those words, but didn't she just take them off?
　I'll have to add the 'cute' element next time.


"Well, Milly,"
`Oh, wow!'

　He is bowing shyly and loosening his mouth.
　After all, even if the garter belt is glimmering, Milly is still "cute.

"Millie is 'Miss Forest Fairy.'"
"Oh, my gosh. Milly, I love the forest."
"Let's go to the forest together again,"
`Well!'

　...I don't know if it was a little cheap, but when the image was solidified, the changes didn't work.
　I'm relieved that you seem to have rejoiced.

"Dear, let's show them."
"Oh! Yours is cute!"

　He began to play with Delia.
　They seem to have the same mental age, though the physique difference is about double. have a very similar smile


"Huh! Ah, you have it in Atashi, don't you?"
"Oh, will you take it off in case there's a hole in my clothes?"
"All right,"
"Norma, stop! You're too disappointed these days!"

　Once again, Loretta stopped me.
　I can't help it, so I'm going to punch a hole in expensive clothes.

"Norma is 'Miss Healing'".
"Oh, healing...!? That's surprising... healing when you're with him, right?
"Calm down next to Norma."
"Well... I see... ...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

　People feel happy when they are praised for something unexpected.
　You must have thought they'd call you "Miss marshmallow" or "Miss soft and sour."
　It's an award I thought if I were really a big fan of course. That's not the case this time.

`I thought they'd say 'Miss marshmallow' or 'Miss soft'.'
"I'll change it if you like?"
"Yes! I like this one! I'll treasure it."

　I'm glad that you seem to like it.

"Paula".
"Yes, yes!"

　Paula looks more nervous than the actual performance of Miss Cheerful Daughter.
　I don't mind being easy.

"But I've won Paula's prize with her a little bit."
"What? With a healthy girl?"
"Oh, it's 'Miss Fluffy Tail'."
"You didn't wear it!"

　That's because they definitely had a high tail score in the examination!

"Now... I like palmro too much."

　That's because it's moffy.

"Paula's trademark." I'm relieved that Paula's doing well today, when he's shaking well."
"Don't watch too many unconscious movements any more." ... but, yeah... you mean you like the trademark... huff."

　Paula's tail grips the pinbatch and begins to shake with the force of Kochi's yosakoi.
　Oh, I'm so happy.

"Neferry".
"I've been waiting for you," -- what?"

　a glaring neferry
I wanted to award Miss Eighties, but... it doesn't get across.

"Neferry is 'Miss Fashionable Girl'"
"Winner in style!? Awesome! I'm so happy!"

　The fashionable guy around me is Neferry.
　Before I knew it, I got the ankle I taught Norma as an example of the product and wore it.

"If a man embodies his selfish delusion, 'I wish a girl would be like this,' he'd be like a nefry."
"Huh!? Oh, does that mean... the ideal girl?"
"In general terms,"

　Work hard, take care of family and friends, run to them when they're in trouble, but they're still sensitive to fashion, cute things and trends, and they're easy to understand emotional changes.
　The way he acts and gets angry looks cute because he looks like a baby in the Showa era but has no ill intentions.
　It's a rare thing to see an animated heroine in action.k.a. live‐action format. ...as long as he's not even a chicken.

"Oh, thank you," I'll treasure this!"

　a hurling neferryOh, but don't jump out. Right, I want to eat.

"Next time..."
"It's a viper!"

　It's like Imelda to break in before calling.
　Imelda is difficult because she's getting compliments in many places.

"Imelda is Miss Elegant."
"It's a glamorous prize suitable for a viper,"
"No matter how weak you are, I honestly think you are amazing at being able to act bravely. But don't push yourself too hard."
"He......."

　Every time there is an event, Javier seems to be holding back and making a big fuss, but I still feel like my mother's feelings are a big part of Imelda's mind. I was dressed up as a mother for Halloween.
　Nevertheless, I sometimes get worried because I have the strength not to show any loneliness.
　So I wanted to at least acknowledge that kind of strength.

"...I'll come and tell you how I feel later."

　An imelda that bites the back teeth and slows backward.
　No, I don't think it's worth crying about."

"Now, Regina,"
"Wait a minute," I don't mind taking off all my clothes yet."
"Who took it off!"
"Gaia said, "Take it off."
"Oh, erotic Gaia,"

　What's Gaia? Who is it?

"Well, what about us? [Self-regulation] I wish I didn't join it."
"I'm afraid I'm a little... Check it out for yourself.
"What!? [Self-regulation] to Homma!? What's that?"

　As I say, I read the letters on the pinbatch I put on.

"Well... "Miss Charity"? "What? I'm not mistaken? Is this the manager's or Sister's?"
"No, it's yours,"

　Charity seems far from words, though, Regina.

"We've been saved by you so many times. It's almost free, too. There were times when it was really free."
`No, that's... you know, when you're sick, you're not going to say, 'If you give me money, I'll give you medicine.'"
"I had nothing to complain about, and I was always making medicine when I was alone. to help someone."
"No, I don't think it'said he, "
"I think it's appropriate for you. "Miss Charity".
"Uh.........huh..."

　Hold the pinbatch tightly, keep your mouth shut, and give me a strong slap on my shoulder.

"Oh, come on! What! What? Serious, myself! I can't believe it, Honma!"

　Pump! Turn away and go straight to the corner of the floor.
　He's a disgraceful fellow, isn't he?

"...big,"

　He only whispered to me like that.
　You're welcome.

"Marsha is 'Miss Scallop',"
"Ugh! I'm going to cry if I'm not joking☆"

　It's a joke.

"Here you go," "Miss Blue Ocean."
"Wow! It's kind of cool~"

　land‐loving marine creatures
　Marsha is by far the most beautiful sea creature I know. I have no qualms about awarding Marsha the Miss Blue Ocean.
　And you'd be happy if the word "sea" came in, right? I think I'm recognized as the sea.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

　The light humming was such a beautiful melody that it was covered by insurance, but I'm glad I made something like this.

"Natalia,"
"Yes, I'm going to have it for you."
"Don't be selfish! You know Yashiro, right?"

　I know.
　You can't give Natalia a 'misspetten girl.'

"What do you think?"
"Why do you ask me such a question?"
"Somehow,"
"I see. So, let's take a look at what seems to be... a 'mistake-hungry outlet'
"What? Do you want 'Miss Regina'?"
"I don't want to be rude to you!"

　A tsukkomi comes flying from a distance. Thank you very much.

"I can't imagine where people would praise me if I had so many good points."

　What a big talker he is, but he's worried about what other people will accept about him.
　Even if you have absolute confidence and pride in your work, it's not the end of being yourself as a woman.
　That's why I'm making a joke of myself by making a statement full of confidence.
　I'm thinking that… It's Natalia... the truth is in the thicket.

"I think it's either a breast or a butt or a bare leg."
"That's too bad. This is the answer."hand over a pinbatch
　Natalia's silk dress is hard to drill.

"...'Miss spoiling'?"
"Natalia has improved her skills dramatically over the past year."
"Is that so?"

　a cool muttered Natalia
　But his ears turn red with tremendous force.
　I was told that I was embarrassed and spoiled.

"If you don't put it on me, I'

　or, if you don't fool around, you won't be able to be offended.
　Hmmm. I like Natalia relatively, don't I?
　That's all right. I'll put it on.

"Then I'll put it on."
"Don't milk me in the confusion."
"Hey,"
"...don't smile."
"I didn't do it, though?"
"...now." You're mean."

　The bright red Natalia leaves quietly, as opposed to when it comes out.
　It's pretty cute to see you close your eyelids with a slight pink cheek and coolness.

"Then next is Estella in "Miss-Spotted Daughter" --"
"I'm going to cry,"
"Isn't it an attack?"
"If I really cry, I think it will be the best attack on you?"
"What do you think of course.

　Just because Estella cried...
　Hey! I'll do it right.

"Hey! Congratulations on the Grand Prix."

　Being the lord of the Forty-two wards, Miss Forty-two wards would be fine, and I'm sure no one would complain, but Estella probably wouldn't like it.
　I'm sure he'll get upset if he's valued as a lord. if it's estella
　So I made it a prize with a more familiar, common, and casual name.

"'Miss... a hard worker'?"
"Would you like me to give you a foot-carticle ticket for the Yodamari-tei as a second prize?"
"Hahaha. I'll decline that."

　Estella in the line of duty continues to try not to show anyone.
　have a secret burden on one's shoulders
　He won't let the pain out of him until he's about to death.

　That's why I'm a 'mistake hard worker' with a message that I shouldn't work too hard.

"I don't push myself so hard?"
"You don't want it, then?"
"No, I'll take it. --thank you."

　A shy Estella with an unfriendly, gentle smile.
　with a girlish look

"By the way, there's also a pinbatch for "Miss Spatten Musume"..."
"I don't need it,"

　I was flatly refused.

"Oh, you know, brother!"

　Loretta comes running up to me and offers me a pinbatch.
　I thought you wanted me to wear it, but...

"My! It's not 'Miss Ordinary!'"
"...what? Did you like 'Miss Ordinary'?"
"No! I was happy that you made it seriously."

　No, that's why I made it on the assumption that I was really hungry...

"Then I'll put it on, so come here."
"Yes!"
"Loretta. Congratulations on the 'Miss Mood Maker' Grand Prix."
"Yes! I will work harder from now on to make the Yodamari-tei a bright and enjoyable place!"

　Loretta's guy, a little tearful.
　If you were happy, I'd be glad.



　Let's hand over Bertina's Miss Smile, Barbara's Miss Line and Teresa's Miss Oriko at a later date.
　Oh, I've prepared "Miss Corn" for Sheryl.

　Wendy? What about Miss Theron?

"By the way, do you have womaro and Becko?"
"I don't need it!"
"I have to refrain from it, too.

　I'll send MOMAT, who's already gone home, "Miss 42nd Ward" for harassment at a later date.

"Thank you for waiting! Let's have dinner!"

　Jeanette brings in luxurious dishes and opens the Beauty pageant in Yodamari-tei.

　The launch was very exciting, Jeanette bustled about, Magda and Loretta beat around, and the night passed quickly.





　Delia carries a drunken Norma on her shoulders and the silence falls into the sunlit pavilion.

"Good job".

　Jeanette stood smiling with tea on the tray.

"You're tired, aren't you?"
"No. I'm so energetic that I can learn how to make fluffy eggs."
"...that'll happen again later,"
"Well, I'm looking forward to the day."

　It's heavy!
　Your expectations are too high!

"Shall we sit down?"
"Yes,"

　I wait for my usual seat and Jeanette puts the tea in front of me.
　Then, after a soft smile, I sat down on the other side of the table.
　It's the usual behavior, but today's Jeanette is more fashionable than usual. He looks like he's going somewhere else."It's refreshing, isn't it?"
"Oh? Oh, that's right."

　Jeanette looks down on her clothes after being told.
　That kind of gesture looks gorgeous.

"I must keep these clothes safe until next year."
"No, no. If you're going to come out again next year, make a new one."
"But it's a waste to wear it only once..."
"Then you can wear it as many times as you like."
"Huh. It's a bit of a stretch to stand in such a cute outfit."
`Then -- '

　There are many options.
　I'll present one of them.
　Just one of the many options.

`--will you go out dressed up next time?'
"What..."

　Dress differently and do different things in different places.
　It may sound like a date to put it that way, but it's not such a scary thing, it's proof that you can have as many opportunities as you want to wear a fashionable dress.

"...Yes. right and wrong."

　I got a reply in a hoarse voice.
　Now that you've got an answer, you've got to make some kind of plan, OK.
　Well... where shall we go?

　……………Well, I'm worried.

「…………」
「…………」
"... Come to think of it!"

　Jeanette suddenly begins to talk, in a shrill voice like "Are you coming out of the area near the top of the head.
　Oh, come on! Say something!
　Yes, communication is a conversation!

"You all loved it, didn' "Miss Contest Yodamari-tei Cup"""
"Oh, well, that's all I can get for nothing."
"That's not all, gentlemen," I'm sure."

　A ginette clutching a steaming cup of tea peeping into the tea-face.
　Jeanette's smile is wavering in the teacup.

"You're really good at making someone smile. Mr. Jiro."
"That's not what I meant," It's kind of like playing with your hands. I had time."

　I had relative time while the girls were confused about their clothes, makeup and hairstyles.
　Perhaps conscious of beauty pageants, the people who always came to eat cake were away.
　In other words, I had no choice but to have free time. Besides, I don't want to have someone dented into a gloomy atmosphere. If I had time, materials, technology, and motivation, I would make it, yes.

"It's just a waste of time. They were just exaggeratedly pleased with it."
"Uh-huh.

　Place a cup of hot water and cover your mouth with both hands.
　I could see a hidden lip forming an arc under my fingertips.

　What a laugh!

"You're not good at telling lies like that."

　It's not a lie.

"Magda and Loretta are simple. If you give him an award, he'll change his way of working from tomorrow. I'm about 1.5 times more excited."
"Well, you've both gone to bed saying, 'Tomorrow morning, I'll do my best.'"

　Magda and Loretta would be sound in bed together by now.
　We're as good as we used to be. I can't see any complaints about each other when I was on a diet.

"Deliers, don't you? If you praise them moderately, they'll help you out again when you're in trouble. It's an investment."
"Uh-huh. That's right."

"That's right," he said, but don't look at him like, "That's not the case."

　Oh, my gosh.
　What's so much fun about it?

"If I were a judge, I would give Mr. Yashiro 'mistake compassion.'"
"I don't need a 'mistake',"

　Also, I don't really understand compassion.

"Oh, come to think of it," I didn't give it to Jeanette yet, Pin Batch."
"Do you have my share?"
"...there's no way there isn't there?
"That's good. I would have felt a little lonely without it."

　That's the face I look at when I'm sure it won't happen.
　But it's Jeanette who doesn't ask, "Don't you have mine?" Loretta must be clamouring on the spot, "I want it, I want it!"

"Then Jeanette," Will you stand up for a moment?"
"Yes,"

　The two of us hold a small ceremony.

"Genet".
"Yes,"
"Actually, I was going to give you 'Miss Yodamari-tei'."

　Neither Magda nor Loretta will disagree on that.
　But for reasons similar to Estella's, Jeanette is sure not to like it.

"But I don't want to monopolize the Yodamari-tei."
"Well, now I think Yodamari-tei is a place for everyone."

　After saying so, he grumbles and laughs.

"What's wrong with you?"
"No. I thought Mr. Jiro could see anything."Hmm... I understand.

　the number one in the Yodamari-tei Jeanette is sure to not like it, even if it's so limited.
　He doesn't want to be superior or inferior.
　It's the kind of guy who's sad about losing before he's happy to be the best.

　all together
　with equal care
　Jeanette likes that kind of thing.

"So Jeanette,"
"Yes,"

　After facing each other, staring at each other for a while and keeping Jeanette's smile all to herself, I attach a commemorative pinbatch to Jeanette's cape.
　a commemorative pinbatch in the shape of a feathered sun

"Can I see what it says?"
"Well... "

　A ginette that picks up a pinbatch attached to a cape and reads letters on it.
　In line with that, I'll give you a compliment.

"Genet. Congratulations on Miss Sun's Smile Grand Prix."
"...!?"

　I heard a short breath.

"Genet?"

　When I called her name, Jeanette turned to me????

"Ah, oh, oh... "

　His face turned red in an instant.

"Oh, hey. Jeanette...?"
"Oh, no, oh, oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no!"

　I flapped my hands, patted my hair meaninglessly, and turned my back round.

"Ah, thank you, mat... yes,"

　Steam rises from the top of the head.

　No, I don't have to be so embarrassed. You're complimenting me with your smile, right?
　I think I've said a few times that the Yodamari-tei needs Jeanette's smile.
　The reason why I feel embarrassed to be praised for my smile is...

"Well... the first compliment I received when I met Mr. Yashiro was his smile."

　Right after we met. It must be a word that I have said before I knew it.


Piot's Cayday


　This guy still thinks it means 'smiling is wonderful'.
　... well, I can't tell you the truth now.
　He was very pleased, and he seemed to be cheered up by his words every once in a while."

　If you find out that it means, 'Oppa de kai!'......it may not be enough for you to confess.
　If I had told you the truth earlier, I would have avoided this seriousness... ...yes. I'll take you to the grave.

"And then, again, to have your smile appreciated... well, if not at all, that's fine, but if it is... what would you say?"

Breathe in and out the tightened trachea, pressing down on the throat and adjusting the breathing. ...though it doesn't seem to be successful.
　He slowly turns around and gently looks up at me.
　Perhaps suffocating, tears well up in Jeanette's eyes, reflecting the light.
　My wet eyelashes tremble slightly, and my moist eyes look at me.

　and--



"Mr. Yashiro, do you like my smile?"



　--such a difficult question to answer.
　What?
Do I have to say, "I like you?" Do you think I can say that? It's impossible. If you say that to Jeanette, who is bright red in the middle of the night, in a quiet space like this, with her bright red face and bright eyes... I'll die more.

　Then should I say "Nothing?"
　Don't you have any reason to hurt me by telling a lie?

　So
　I can't say for sure...



"...so... isn't it a Grand Prix?"



　Guess!
　This is the limit!
　You did your best, me!?

　That's all right, now!

"Yes......?"

　There was a quiet, small whisper, as if the fire had gone out, followed by a long silence.

　...what?
　Did I make a wrong choice?

　at the very moment of such anxiety


"...well done,"


　I heard an unimaginable, childish murmur.
　in such a low voice that one barely missed

"I'll treasure it for the rest assured.

　Jeanette, who burst up with her face, still had the usual dazzling smile on her face, even though she was still red.

"It doesn't have to be my whole life."
"No. It's a treasure for life. It will be handed down to our descendants."
"It's too grand! It's not that expensive!"

　We will only inherit treasures worth tens of millions of yen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ?
　My grandchildren?

　that?
　Huh?

　Jeanette...


　Do you want to get married?



　Suddenly I remembered a conversation with Bertina.
　It's a trivial conversation I had when I was looking at beauty pageants.


　Ugh! My heart hurts...!

"Mr. Jiro,"

　Jeanette smiles at me, who pretends to be calm and never says that she is struggling with mysterious heartache.

"Yasilo makes most of my smile."

　Oh, I see.
　Please don't follow me...

"As expected, Yashiro is a genius who makes someone smile."

　You didn't even say you were a genius.

"I????????"with one's usual gentle smile
　Look at me straight, with a low profile.
　pretending to be casual, as if nothing were happening.




"I love that kind of thing about Yashiro".




　say a ridiculous thing

　Disagreeable
　No no
　No, no, no, no.
"I love you" is a word often used by kids, and the more they grow up, the less they use, the more childish they are -- like, you know, trying to go above "great" and using extreme modifiers to play with words like "madam," "ogantes," and "mammoth." In short, it's not the kind of word a big adult speaks seriously.
　That's right. There's no such thing as a word, and the word "likes" is taken as a light meaning as "likes," "likes," "feels good," or "good," and it's just an enlarged meaning.
　It's the same psychology that a niece has for a relative, an uncle who gives her pocket money. That's the kind of word used at times like that, like "I love you."
　And, you know, Barbara said, "I love you." But you didn't care at all, did you?
　That's the word that came out because I recognized that I was the one who would have the right outcome for him, and in other words, it's synonymous with "worth using." I'm getting angry at the thought of it, Barbara's man . . . . .

　said Jeanette, embarrassedly apologetic, as I had been feeling indignant at Barbara, for a long time of silence.

"Well, no, sir, I was tempted to say that when I heard Mr. Barbara say that... oh, well, thank you, uh... frankness, uh...."

　Ah, yes.
　Now that I understand it
　Yeah, I know you want to stick a nail in it if it doesn't mean anything. I know... Don't give me red faces when you're alone. Shame is contagious.

"...tomorrow,"

　tomorrow
　Yes, it's tomorrow.
　Whatever day it is, tomorrow is sure to come.
　repeated daily life
　ordinary days
　the same time as usual

　The reason why the event is so exciting is because of the casual daily life.
　It's a good thing that it doesn't change.
　There's a sense of security.

　So, as usual.
　Don't dress up, don't look cool, just be yourself.

　in an unusual voice

"I'll tell you the fluffy egg omelet."

　I'll give you a small present.

"Yes!"

　That way, the sun-like bright smile will look at you.



　......what is it is.





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