Chapter 11: 11 Episode 9 emblem

When I came back to the dining room after getting a load of vegetables from Mormat, I took them to the pantry... and saw something impossible.

"You're lying... aren't you?"

The pantry was packed to the brim with vegetables.

...how much do you buy?

"Can't you use it all up?"

"Well... no... I've got a donation, and... you know...."

"Do you use it all right.

"...I'm sorry, but last time I left a lot of them and made them compost."

Hmm.........

Give me milk as a punishment.

I can't say that... but I feel like that.

"But it's been used effectively... ...and never in vain..."

"Excessive compost destroys crops, and scattering rotten vegetables in the fields does not make fertilizer."

"... yes,"

I'm sure this has always been the case.

I can't think of a way to use the ingredients I bought in large quantities as much as possible, but still leave them in large quantities, and make good use of them out of guilt.

Still, they can't refuse and buy in bulk again.

"If I make adjustments and buy it next time... I want to use it up this time somehow."

"How about increasing the amount of food?"

"If you do that, it will be difficult to reduce the amount from the next time on. It's a negative image to think that the price has decreased at the same price."

It's fatal to have customers coming in anticipation of increased amounts.

Service is not something that can be provided recklessly. Otherwise, business will be impossible.

The only way to sell a large stock is to increase the number of customers.

"For the time being, I'm going to see the business as usual today. We will correct any faults we have."

"Yes! Nice to meet you!"

Well, if you can't handle it, try drying it dry and sprinkling it. I don't know if I can do it.But there is something I want to make before furikake.

This is urgent.

"Do you have carpenter's tools?"

"Yes. I'm sure there's something in the closet that the old man used."

"Is there any more wood left?"

"If it's firewood,"

Firewood...

Well, how can you manage it?

"Then I'll repair the chairs and desks,"

"That would be a great help!"

Jeanette's expression flashes brightly.

"I'm not good at Sunday carpenters... I used to fix broken chairs, but somehow I always get rattled..."

Was it because of you, that rattling chair!?

Why can't you just cut it in length and nail it down...

"Get ready for the opening. I'll take care of the chair."

"Yes, then, I'll bring you some tools."

The tools Jeanette brought were surprisingly rich. There's even a file of gold. Well, it doesn't seem like there's any paper file. There is a rough, soft file, perhaps animal skin. I think I can use this.

Then there was a firewood storage area behind the shop and further down the toilet.

"...huge!"

I had imagined a piece of wood that had been cut to about 30 centimeters, called firewood."

There was a log three meters long.

It seems that we need to cut this into appropriate lengths, split it with an axe, and then dry it.

However, it seems that the work has not progressed in Genet, which lacks strength, and that it is difficult to make stock. ...and splitting firewood is my job.However, this long log could repair chairs and desks.

It seems to have been left unattended for a long time, and it's also somewhat dry. It is unlikely that the tree will warp after repair.

"Well, then, please.

Jeanette bowed and went back to the store.

It would be nice to start working in this wooded area... in front of the store so that customers can see.

I'd like to check the number of customers and the number of customers.

Also, I want to prevent eating and running.

That's why I started repairing a rattled chair in front of the store.

The length of the legs was aligned, the seat surface was leveled, and the skin of the backrest, feet, and other parts that were likely to touch the skin were covered with rough skins.

This will give you a better feel and some improvement in your sitting.

As I immersed myself in such work, the sun was beginning to climb past its peak.

...there's no customer coming.

I came home from church about nine o'clock, and it opens at ten. This is the time I checked on my watch... it seems that the world goes around in twenty‐four hours a day.

And now... 16 o'clock. In the meantime, none of the guests came.

It's a serious situation.

I mean, what kind of people are coming to this restaurant?

At any rate, Jeanette's acquaintances will show up on a rare occasion.

They probably don't advertise, and they definitely don't have enough publicity.

If you come all the way to the front of the shop, there's a good smell, so it's possible that they'll come in... but is there a guy who goes all the way to such an out-of-the-way place?

There's not even a guy who's passed this restaurant. There are hopelessly few people passing by.

...the location is terrible.

There were so many people coming that I did one more thing besides chairs and desks.

the lord's emblem stamped on a permit from Estella The pattern, depicting two eagles and a snake, was reproduced on a piece of wood, reversed, and carved into the remaining pieces of wood. There were even minos and carving swords in the toolbox, so I was able to make use of them.

That's why...

"Jinet, do you have any paper to use?""Yes, I do,"

Use the ink previously purchased at the clothing store to stamp the bad quality paper you get from Jeanette.

Yeah. They look just like each other in size and appearance.

I mean, now that the clothing store has sold me ink, it should be guild-wise OK to sell me used ink.

I don't think a merchant with a store on the main street would violate the guild's rules.

Used goods can be sold as used goods... It might sell something in the cafeteria. Of course, without a peddler's guild.

"Well, Mr. Jiro. Is this...?"

Jeanette asks me when she sees the stamp on the paper.

"You're doing well, aren't you?"

be confident in one's dexterity

Working experience is utilized based on the skills taught by the stable master. ... no, you know, "Battamon" and "Pirate" are pretty poor businesses, too? By the way, I'm also very good at sewing. Whether it's a bag or fur... I'm confident I'll make it exactly like it.

"Well... it's a felony to abuse the lord's emblem."

"I won't abuse the lord's emblem,"

"Well, I hope so."

be looked at with great doubt

I wonder if I'm starting to get a faint sense of my nature. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." only this naughty natural girl I suspect that you don't even know the word 'know'.

Then I put the completed emblem paper in my chest pocket... ...no chest pocket.

"Jinette, do you have cloth, needle, and thread?"

"Yes,"

There's something here, isn't there?

I had too much time on my hands and put my chest pocket on my clothes.The chest pocket is very important and useful.

Pen and paper go in. If you put a handkerchief on it, it looks elegant.

That's why I keep the paper with the emblem in my chest pocket to make it look good.

Even so, I'm free.

When the sky was turning red, the first guests finally arrived.

She's a good-natured old woman, and when she sees Jeanette, she smiles and loses her friendship. Jeanette was Jeanette, and when she saw her grandmother, she jumped out of the counter and went hugging, and I guess she knew each other.

The old woman didn't seem to have enough money to afford, so she left after a cup of tea.

I feel like I'm here to have a small chat with Jeanette.

It's not profitable.

The next person I visited was a long, stubby man. He seemed to be about two meters tall. But she was so limp that she thought she might be as heavy as me or lighter than me if she wasn't good at it.

...and this is suspicious. be highly suspicious

As soon as he saw me sitting at the back of the counter, he made a big smile on his face. Was it surprising that there was a visitor in an empty dining room? ... no, those are bad eyes.

As I turned away uninterestedly, he sat down in a seat near the entrance, perhaps unconscious.

When Jeanette sees it, she walks up to me.

"May I help you?" Welcome to Yodamari-tei."

"Did you fix your chair?"

"Yes, palms... Oh, no. I fixed it."

Jeanette told me not to tell her that I was the one who fixed the chair.

I'm in the dining room today, assuming I'm not related to the restaurant.

The reason... well, this spindly man will tell you.

"Have you decided?""Well, let's have stir-fried crap vegetables."

"Very well, sir. Please wait a moment."

Jeanette bows and disappears into the kitchen.

The man who was following me with his eyes turned his eyes on me again.

I pretend not to notice it and ignore it.

Eventually, when the food arrived, he began to eat, worrying about me.

a man who glances at me The behavior in Japan is so suspicious that it is almost impossible to be reported at this point.

Well, maybe it's about time.

I'll leave my seat when the man's plate is almost empty.

Just say "well" to Jeanette and go out of the dining room. As for the man's happy face at that time... I'm sure that's it.

He's going to eat and run.

more than a dozen minutes to wait outside

The dining room is silent. ... Jeanette's man, he's gone back into the kitchen. show no sign of a person

Well, maybe he's waiting for it.

As expected, the dining-room door quietly opened after a moment of silence.

The man who came out was a spindler.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"Huh!"

As soon as he went out, he must have been surprised to see me, and the man screams.

"Have you paid?"

When I asked him with a smile, he wandered his gaze with sweat on his forehead.

"I see that the owner has not come out in the background?"

inquire further into The man raised his eyebrows and threatened us with a stern expression.

"Oh, it's none of your business,"

I'm tall, but I'm not scared because I'm flabbergasted.Well, it's troublesome when you go on a rampage.

"Is it related..."

As I say, I gently press my chest pocket.

The man's eyes swung over there, and then burst open.

In my breast pocket was a piece of paper stamped with the emblem.

"Actually, you're the one involved, aren't I?"

I'll change my tone and let you know that I'm in a superior position.

Sweat on the man's forehead was beginning to trickle down.

"Oh, no. Oh, yeah! It's the bathroom! I just wanted to go to the bathroom."

"Well, I'll show you around,"

"Oh, that's all I can do! I'm not a kid!"

"You know what I'm not saying for you?"

I'll tell you with a perfect smile. He shrugged his shoulders, as if he had given up the idea of a man.

You must have realized that it is impossible to evade. You may be honest.

Well, it's a good idea. The more I got away with it, the more I was supposed to strangle myself.

Now that I've admitted it, I'll forgive you for paying for it.

Take the man with you and go back to the dining room.

I sit next to the wall in the back of the dining room.

When your vision is blocked and your personal space is invaded, you become bearish. Just after an evil deed is discovered, like a man today, it will answer even more.

People in bad business use this trick a lot. Be careful if you let me sit against the wall in the back seat.

In addition, the theory is that a person other than an introducer, such as an "authoritative tycoon," appears. When an introducer or acquaintance begins to listen sympathetically to the story of the self-styled big fish, the duck becomes under the illusion that "what this big fish says must be right" and easily falls along with blocking vision and invading personal space.In this way, using pressure and authority to 'stretch' ducks is a conventional trick of fraud, with a certain success rate no matter how many times change.

I think it's an application of that.

The reason I didn't sit right in front of me was to keep my gaze from running sideways.

He must have felt compelled to stand on all sides.

"Will you pay for what you eat?"

"Yes, yes. Of course... but now...

"You don't have any?"

"Well... to put it plainly... heh,"

He confessed that he had come from the beginning with the intention of eating and running.

I take out a piece of paper with an emblem hidden in my chest pocket and place it in front of the man.

This reduced another escape from the man's gaze. If you look down, you'll see an emblem. That must be a fair amount of fear.

"Then write me a line for payment at a later date."

"Well, a line...?"

"My address and name, and I'll pay for the food and drink at the Yodamari-tei."

"Well, even if you don't bother to write..."

"I want a guarantee that when I go to your house or office to pick it up, I can claim it even when you're away."

"Yes, at home, at work... ...come, come, come,

"If you had paid me properly, I would have saved you the trouble."

"Yes, I'll bring it home now! So... at work..."

"Write me a line to believe the word." or I can't let you go."

"……………………………………All right."

The man seemed to have thought a lot about it, but in the end he agreed and wrote the exact wording on the paper.

"If there is a lie in your name or address... you know what happens, right?

"Oh, I know! ... It's all right, I didn't lie."

Apparently, the man's name is Gooseya. an odd name"Then I'll get it! Then you can get rid of the paper!"

"I wish I had paid,"

"Absolutely!"

After saying so, Goozoya ran out of the dining room.

Jeanette pops out of the kitchen in turn.

"Mr. Yashiro, what's your current customer?"

"I forgot my money, so I'm going home to get it."

"I see. Hmm... You're careless."

It's you who's careless.

with a good eater and a good eater

"What do you do in the kitchen all the time, Jeanette?"

"It's a preparation of crap vegetables."

"All the time?"

"Hehe... there are a lot of things that are hard to eat..."

It's no use.

What a waste of effort!

"From now on, try to use ordinary vegetables and avoid going back to the kitchen as much as possible."

"Well, it's easy to prepare ordinary vegetables. We can have a good conversation with our customers.

I'm off the point, but... well, you know what?

If you talk, you won't be able to eat and run.

"And Jeanette," Only two guests have come to-day?"

"Grandma Mum comes for tea every day. I'm very much."

"Wasn't five people coming every day?""Well, that depends... on the day,"

This guy...

There are days when there are no visitors.

"I'm sure one more will come to-day,"

Jeanette makes such baseless wishful observations.

Just as I was going to give him a flat denial, the dining room door opened and a customer showed up.

"Hello, gentlemen! I'm here to treat you!"

It was Estella.

"It's you..."

`You don't have to look so plain as to be,'

Estella sits across from me with her footsteps rumbling.

Why are you across the street? There must be plenty of other seats available.

"You promised to treat me to lunch, right? That's why I came here to eat."

"That's too bad. It's night now."

"I missed my lunch when I made the application you asked me to do."

"That's too bad," But dinner is still the food I'm going to eat."

"You! Are you asking me to take the money from you for trying so hard!"

"I haven't seen how hard you worked."

Estella wrinkles between her eyebrows.

But, Estella. You shouldn't want compliments on your efforts.

Effort is what you have to do for yourself, not ask for compensation.

The only thing you can ask for in return is when you get results.

Effort is a matter of course.

Or singers, idols, baseball players, countless hard workers who have broken their dreams will not be rewarded."Astella, when you're proud of your efforts, you're done with human beings, aren't you?"

"I've got a good result, too. The application has been made. The garbage collection guild can be active from today."

"Oh! I'll give you a compliment."

"Well, have a good meal..."

"That's a different story,"

"Why?"

The contract is "to treat you to lunch."

If you treat yourself to dinner, it's a breach of contract.

"Well, Mr. Jiro. Don't you mind if you eat dinner?"

"And if you don't pay, Jeanette will be lying."

"What!"

Jeanette exclaims, and Estella looks at Jeanette's face.

Jeanette said earlier.

"I'm sure one more will come today."

But it's closing time soon. It is highly unlikely that another customer will come.

`I wonder if I can invoke 'Spiritual Judgment'!'

"You! Such threats are cowardly!"

"Ah, uh... Mr. Yashiro, I am, uh..."

Well, I'm not serious about it, but...

When I glanced at Estella, she glared at me with a terrible frown.

"All right. I'll pay for dinner. But don't be reluctant to eat in the next few hours!? 'It's morning, so it's still breakfast,' or 'It's three o'clock, so it's a snack!'Oh, as expected of Estella. He foresaw what I was going to do.

Well, it's not that I don't approve of his work. That's all right. I'll forgive you this time alone.

"Genet. What's left of today's stock? I can't bring it tomorrow."

"Then... river fish?"

"Estera. The stew of river fish in this restaurant is very good, I recommend it."

"...you have a good personality for Hongt,"

Estella sighed when she looked at me dumbfounded.

"Then I'll have boiled river fish and black bread."

"Very well! Hold on a moment!"

Jeanette leaps into the kitchen.

Just as she enters the kitchen, Jeanette turns around and bows to Estella.

"I'm sorry, because of me,"

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"What?"

Estella, apparently unaware of what it was for a moment, is wide-eyed. But he immediately understood what Jeanette was trying to say and waved back.

"That's not Jeanette's fault," It's to blame that he's rotten to the core."

"What, Estella. You don't know? Why is rotting the most delicious?"

"What are you talking about? Your nature is completely rotten, so it's too late."

This woman... she says this.

Jeanette giggles at our interaction."I'll get ready right away."

He said so and went into the kitchen.

"Really. I'm disappointed in you."

As soon as we were alone, Estella rested her elbows on the desk and looked up at me.

"I was expecting a great compliment,"

"Do you want me to stroke your head?"

"What!"

Estella holds her head down and gets her body up.

He leaned back as if to distance himself from me and peeled his fangs with a slightly stained face.

"Don't treat me like a child!"

"Then shall I stroke your butt?"

"...what do you mean by that?"

"Do you treat me like a woman?"

"You will be judged one day, by all means,"

Stupid! It's not a lie to touch your buttocks. If so, the Spirit will not judge you!

If you're a human being, you can get away with any number of excuses.

No one can judge me.

"You have a black belly, don't you?"

"My belly is like a picture of an indoor?"

"It's not skin color, it's black belly!"

"Your nipples are pretty pink,"

"I haven't heard of it, and I don't want to hear it, that information!"

Estella turns her ears red and turns away.

I don't know. Unlike Jeanette, I feel like I can s*xually harass this guy.

Or rather, the reaction is so interesting that it seems like they're only asking me to do more.

But... seriously, his sharpness is dangerous.

The reason I realize that I'm black is because I'm sure he's of the same kind.Besides, Estella is always hiding something.

That's what he's looking at. I know because I'm of the same kind.

If you say I'm black in the stomach...

"What about you?"

tell someone to provoke

Estella glared at me and thrust her fist into my face.

"... what!?"

"Why should I tell you the color of my nipples?"

No... No, it's not, Estella...

I'd like to clear up the misunderstanding, but... I can't speak because it hurts...

Oh, if you don't do s*xual harassment too much, you'll have to be careful.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting..."What!? What's the matter, Mr. Jiro?"

"Don't worry, Jeanette," You deserve it."

"Oh, really...?"

It's Estella's misunderstanding... well, it's her own fault.

"Ginnette," If he does something strange, tell me at once."

"Oh, oh, yes,"

"And I hope you have it for self-defense."

"Well, what about this?"

"Don't worry. It's easy to use. I'm afraid I'm not capable of killing or injuring, but I can fight off perverts."

"Oh, my, repulse...?"

Estella seems to be handing something to Jeanette, but she can't see in front of her with tears.

d*mn it! My nose won't go away easily.Jeanette sat down beside the eating Estella and chatted merrily as I held back the pain in her face.

These guys are really close, aren't they?

I was thinking about that, and when my nose started to hurt... he came back.

It's a goo-It's too much!-It's too much.

run out of breath into the dining room

You may be living quite a long way off.

"You needn't have hurried so much,"

"Well, if I don't pay by the end of the day, I won't be able to do it because I'm worried about tomorrow's work..."

Once he returned to his platform, he had lost some honorifics from Gooseya, perhaps because he had calmed down. His expression is even more firm than before.

"By the way, what do you do?"

"But it doesn't matter!"

"It's a small talk. It's a small talk with a regular."

"...I'm a carpenter! Are you sorry?"

What a loathe you have you been!

Jeanette looks at me anxiously on Gooseya's sword screen. They must be confused because they don't know what's going on.

Estella is squinting as if she had guessed something. But he seemed to have no intention of meddling, and he was silently carrying boiled river fish and hard black bread into his mouth.

"Look, 20Rb! You've got nothing to complain about!? Tear the paper!"

I receive the projecting 20Rb and look at the angry Goozya.

Then, in a calm voice, he says:

"Not enough?"

"What!"

Gooseya screams.

Blood vessels pop up across the neck and forehead.

"What I ate was stir-fried vegetables! It says 20Rb!? Are you going to rip it off?"a gooeyer beating the table beside him with all his might

If you break it, I'll reimburse you.

"Certainly, the stir-fried vegetable you ate earlier was 20Rb. I'm sure it's right."

"Then why...?!?"

I took a piece of paper out of my chest pocket, and Goozya stifled.

Goozoya follows the text he wrote earlier with his eyes.

"What does it say here?"

Place the paper that was sticking to Gooseya's face on a nearby table.

Jeanette and Estella peeped into the paper.

"...this is,"

Estella gushes at the paper.

Then he glared at me with a very cold eye.

I'm about to open my mouth, but now I'm going back to my seat without saying anything.

His face as he left seemed to want to say, "I have something to tell you later."

While Estella and I were looking at each other, Gooseya seemed to be rereading her writing, and when she finished, she snorted.

"It's only written here, 'I'll pay for the food and drink at the Yodamari-tei,' so it's probably 20Rb for stir-fried crap vegetables!"

Confident in his legitimacy, Goozya gains momentum.

So I dare to speak slowly and clearly.

"Who would believe you were the first offender?"

This guy, who seemed accustomed to eating and running after learning Jeanette was confined to the kitchen, couldn't have eaten and run for the first time today.

"Why, don't you speak ill of people... you don't have any evidence..."

I'm not good at telling lies.

Well, it seems that he dislikes the "Judgment of the Spirit" and avoids telling clear lies.

"Did you ask Jeanette, 'Did you fix your chair?'"

"...what is that?"

"So you come here when the chair is rattled, don't you?"

"Well... that's..."

"Did you pay properly then?"

「…………」"You knew where the restroom is, right? I asked Jinet, but you knew where it was, right? Did you pay for it when you came before?"

"...but this case and that is..."

"Read the sentence there again,"

point to a sheet of paper spread out on the desk

It says, "I will pay for the food and drink I ate at the Yodamari-tei."

"It's written in the book that you pay for everything you haven't paid for eating and drinking at the Yangtari-tei."

"Wait, didn't I write with that in mind?"

"Then shall I ask the Spirit to judge?"

"Ugh!"

I slowly point to Gooseya.

"Do you have the courage to be judged?"

Staring straight at Goozoya, Goozoya dented to the floor, bowed his shoulders and conceded his defeat.

"…I see. I'll pay you in full. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I don't know how many times this guy ate and ran. You'll have no choice but to get a confession.

It seems very unlikely that they will tell a lie there.

If it is suspicious, ask 'How many times have you eaten and run?' and call 'Spiritual Judgment.'

When asked about it, he ate and ran away 18 times, and the total damage amounted to 640Rb.

Did he eat bread or something?

Once again I had no money with me, so I sent a new note to Goozya.

I don't think he's the only one who eats and runs away, but... if this rumor spreads, there won't be any more eaters and run away.

We will no longer be able to collect what we have in the past, but it is more important to prevent future losses.

But I'm going to rasp him relentlessly as soon as I find him.

Jeanette looked deeply depressed even after Gooseya left.

"... will he come again?"

"You'd better not come and eat and run,"

"But... that customer said, 'It's delicious'...""Genet".

I think I need to speak up for this good-natured man."

"The feeling you have now is not kindness. It's stupidity."

"Stupid...?"

"Yes, and it's very cruel."

"I'm a rascal..."

Sit Jeanette in a chair and face her desk.

Sit face-to-face, knee-to-knee, staring into the eyes and speaking.

"Suppose you overlooked Gooseya's eatery with a spirit of self-sacrifice. Then what would happen to Moomba, who pays her to have tea every day?"

"Ah...."

It was the first time I realized that.

Jeanette looks at me like that.

as if to beg for instruction, as if to express one's uneasiness...

"Isn't she not particularly wealthy? Isn't she making a small contribution to your sales by making ends meet?"

"...Yes. Grandma Mum is a laundry... she always does a lot of work at reasonable prices..."

"You have trampled on the good will of old Moomba, who will use the hard money for you."

"I?"

"Yes,"

an old woman who makes ends meet and pays for tea

Gooseya is eating expensive rice for free.

It's rude to say that both of them are important guests to Mumma who follows the rules.

What's more, you can overlook it knowing it's a food-and-run...

"It doesn't matter if the other guests are free, but can't they drink tea without paying?"

"That's not true!"

"Then shall we give it free to old Moomoo Mi?"

「…………」"If you want to do so, this is no longer a dining-room. Your old man's restaurant is closed."

"...well...."

Jeanette looks down and grips the hand on her lap.

The hem of the skirt creases and shakes.

"Think twice about what's important and what's important."

"...yes,"

"And then, eating and running is a crime. Don't forgive me."

"...but,"

"He may not be a bad man, though he is only a ready-made man. You want to say...

"...yes,"

`Then tell me you're still wrong,'

As I softened my voice a little, Jeanette slowly raised her head.

"...tell me...?"

"Oh, tell him, 'Don't do such a bad thing and make yourself worthwhile.' You're saying it often, aren't you? 'Confess.' and that's the same."

"... repentance."

Jeanette's hand moves from the knee to the front of her chest and is folded in prayer.

"Will that save him?"

"At the very least, I think you'll be innocent. for I have no intention of pursuing him any further, if he will give me the money."

"...yes,"

Grabbing her hand tightly, Jeanette loosens her stiff cheeks and smiles softly.

"Then I'll do my best,"

Jeanette, who never denounced anyone, is now changing.

This will improve the management of this restaurant somewhat.Well, it's Jeanette who doesn't realize that I'm the one who's been eating and running and hasn't paid for it yet.

It would be a great deal if I could say, "Don't tell me."

"It was a wonderful lecture,"

As soon as Jeanette smiled, Estella clapped her hands and walked in front of me.

My eyes are not smiling.

"Well, I'll accuse you of one crime, too... for you!"

As she spoke, Estella banged on the spread of paper on her desk.

It's a letter of intent that Gooseya has made him write a new letter of intent.

"I told you, didn't I? "It's a felony to abuse the lord's emblem!"

"Oh, I told you, I'm sure,"

"What are you going to do with this, then?"

"You didn't abuse the lord's emblem?"

"Are you going to say, 'I used it for a good deed, so it's not an abuse?' Sweet! Private use of it without permission is considered an abuse!"

"Oh, my God. If you use it without permission, no matter what the reason is."

"How did you know that...!?"

Estella grabs at me.

I've had my collar tucked up, and I'm a little suffocated.

"Well, well, calm down a little,"

"Do you think this will keep you calm?"

"Look at this carefully."

That's what I'll say, and I'll hold out the paper in my chest pocket in front of Estella.

It bears the seal of an emblem depicting two eagles and a snake.

Estella takes me off the collar and receives the paper. stare intently and sigh deeply

"I can't believe you've made something like this... the secret manufacture of emblems is decapitation?"

"So watch carefully!"

I point to the paper emblem stolen by Estella.Especially near the face of an eagle.

The heads of the eagles drawn there wink at each other.

"...what is this?"

"Isn't it cute?"

"It's cute, isn't it? What's this joke-like emblem?"

"It's my emblem,"

"What!"

I don't have an emblem.

Then I decided to make it if I didn't have it.

At that time, I was looking for an example, when I found a permit from the lord who happened to be given it.

` -- so I made my original emblem with that emblem as a 'reference'

"That's right!"

"Well, I admit it's just plain, but I never forged or abused the 'emblem of the lord.'"

"I can't believe that such an excuse is acceptable..."

"Don't you?"

「…………」

Estella thinks with her arms folded.

It's a very gray zone. But it should never be out.

"And it's clearly written," Here it is."

Pointing at the two snakes that twine around the bodies of the two eagles, Estella and Jeanette stare intently at them.

The snake's torso is marked OBA and YASHIRO in a mottled manner.

"What? It's my emblem, isn't it?"

"... Honestly, I'm dumbfounded."

"Yasilo, you're amazing. How could you carve these fine letters?"

It's the fine print on the toothpick.

It takes a great deal of skill to write with this detail, yet with inverted characters.That's great of me to have done it!

My stable master's teaching is that he lives in this way. """I'm particular about details." That's aesthetics,'" the stable master used to say.

"All right. I'm not going to see this case."

Estella waved her hand with a look of exhaustion.

"But if you keep doing this, you'll catch the attention of the lord and the guards will start to move."

It is said that the lords of each ward have their own vigilantes to keep their ward safe.

It seems that there are guards in the 42 wards who guard the lord, the inhabitants and the public order.

It's what we call the police in Japan.

"Then there's no excuse for something similar or wrong." for the noble's statement can be distorted by a trifling truth."

"They are to be judged by the Spirit,"

"I suppose you're advising me that I won't be able to stay here if I keep saying that?"

"…I see. I'll be careful from now on."

I think I should seal up my emblem.

I must have worked hard to carve it.

"Anyway, you're acting too fast. You should be a little more self-important.

I put the stamped paper into my chest pocket, and Estella continues.

"Genet will be sad when you're gone."

If you look at Genet...

Knock????

He nodded with a soft smile.

It's only been three days since we met.

I'm sure this guy will say that to anyone.

If you've had a few conversations, you'll feel lonely if you're gone.

So there's no need for me to think about it.

... but I'll stay here for a while.I have nowhere to go.

I don't know anything about this city yet.

"... All right,"

So, for now, I've answered so.

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