Chapter 12: 12 Episode 10: Test to Ginette

Starting with donations to the church, meeting Bertina and Estella, confronting Assund from the clash between Mormat and Guild, and then fixing chairs and desks in a secluded restaurant, promising to pay for Gooseya's trample.

After a day of so many things, another morning is coming.

...as before the sun rose, Jeanette began her activity, and I was awakened by the sweet smell.

and descended into the still-dark courtyard as it had been yesterday."

A large piece of white cloth hung over the courtyard as it did yesterday - witnessing the entrance to Togen-go.

According to what I've heard in the past, fishermen who left Togen-go could never get to Togen-go again... I got there. Momogen-go again!

The treasure I got yesterday was confiscated by Jeanette.

Today, I'll get a treasure. No... Happiness!

"Huh?"

As I tried to go through the gate to Togen-go, I noticed a warning that wasn't there yesterday.

A relatively large piece of paper is stuck to the cloth.

It was written as follows.

『No admittance.』 When you enter, a high-voltage current flows."

...huh!

Jeanette. If you want to throw up, tell a more decent lie.

High voltage current?

High-voltage electric current in this countryside, in a world of desolate and desolate to me?

Ha ha ha ha hahaha!

It's an interesting joke! I'll give you the best unique award.

Look, Jeanette, remember it well.

We treasure hunters burn even more with traps.

I know there's a treasure you're looking for beyond that!

How can such threats work!

It's rather laughable!

"Let's go! To Paradise of Hope!"I rolled up the white cloth without hesitation.

At that moment, intense electricity flows throughout the body.

"Babababababababababababababababababab!"

From the tip of the finger to the tip of the toe, a tremendous shock runs through.

Ice runs through a blood vessel, followed by a burning fever.

My nerves get numb and my hands and feet start to move strangely regardless of my will.

Eventually I couldn't stand, and I rolled to the ground, twitching all over.

"Mr. Jiro!"

Hearing the roar, Jeanette comes out of the kitchen into the courtyard.

"I wrote that it was dangerous. Why do you touch it?"

"... oh... there's a dream... there's a dream... there..."

"No!? All you have over here is laundry. What's more, all I've washed to-day is a cloth and towels?"

"Pa, pants... What...?"

"Don't you get a lot of washing every day?"

Come to think of it, yesterday's pants were washed all together.

In short, does that dream happen once a month or not?"

Jeanette, who had spent most of her day preparing, must have accumulated washing because she couldn't even get around to washing.

So this is... a trap? Is it a trap?

"...deceived......deceived......deceased..."

"Well, Mr. Estella told me to write it down and put it on... so I was told to put this machine on."

Jeanette shows a black palm-sized box. It had a memory and a dial switch, and two blatantly suspicious cords stretched out.

Is this what Estella gave Jeanette yesterday...

She's... she doesn't need anything... and why is technology used only for these things...

"Well, I said that Mr. Jiro wouldn't fall for such a trap, but Mr. Estella said, 'I can bet, but I'll definitely fall for it.' . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . But... why do you get stuck?"

"...a man has his own world... ...for example, it's a shooting star running in the sky..."

"I don't know what you're saying, but it says it's dangerous. Then you can't open it.""...I thought it was a lie...."

"I don't lie,"

"I wanted to think it was a lie..."

I can't do it.

My heart is weak from pain. ...it makes me cry. He's a boy.

Jeanette supported me to the dining room.

They let me sit in a stable chair and take good care of me.

After all, the tradition is right... ...I couldn't get there, Togen-go.

"... in a bad waywardly.

"Yasilo, do you still feel pain? Um, if you can do anything for me, please tell me.

"Then give me some pants."

"That's impossible!"

With a bright red face, Jeanette retreated into the kitchen.

I lay down at the desk and cried bitterly.

Today I vowed to abandon all my duties and fall asleep.

"You did, didn't you?"

Estella, who arrived before noon, says proudly to Jeanette.

"But I feel a little sorry..."

"That's all right. This is a good medicine. Look, that's it. I said, 'I have to tell you I'm doing something like that. That's what he said himself, isn't it?"

"That's true, but..."

Jeanette looks apologetically at me as I lay down on my desk.

... well, I'm so tired that I won't be able to look at you."By the way, Jeanette's bedroom has the same thing, so don't be too dark."

"What?! Then how can I sneak in!"

"Well... don't sneak in, please.

Hey!

It's under one of the roofs!

If we could have gotten along a little better, we would have sneaked in casually in the middle of the night!

Just casually!

I send curses to Estella.

But Estella ignores it and talks to Jeanette.

"Come to think of it, didn't Jeanette like Imagawa-yaki?"

"Yes, I love it."

Imagawa-yaki!?

"Is there Imagawa-yaki?"

"Yes. It's sweet and very delicious... I love it."

Well, it seems that there are wheat and adzuki beans, so I think it would be strange if such dishes were developed."

But even the name is Imagawa-yaki... Oh, I see. Is the name familiar to me in Forced Translation Magic?

When I hear Imagawa-yaki in a different world, I feel very strange, but that's how it was in this world.

"Actually, I brought it to Jeanette".

"What!? ... Is that all right?"

"Yes, we're going to have lunch for the next week." at least thank you."

"But that's a reward for opening a garbage collection guild..."

"Yasilo will benefit from the guild, right? But Jeanette will be the one who cooks for cooking. When I think about it, I feel like Jiro is the only one to win. That's why it's a present for Jeanette.""... you mean you don't have anything for me?"

"I don't see any reason to give you a present,"

...this guy!

That's not a good idea.

It leads to bullying.

What a disgusting woman!

"But..."

"I hope you'll get it,"

"Oh... "Take the courtesy." . . . ." Yes, I'll be glad to."

"That's it!"

Jeanette bowed deeply when she received a paper bag from Estella.

Assuming that the contents are the same as the Imagawa-yaki I know... there's only one in it. That bulge is...

Why are these 42 wards so stingy?"

They want me to bring you enough souvenirs to say, "Here's everybody."

"Then I'll have it after dinner,"

After saying that, Jeanette put an Imagawa-yaki paper bag next to me.

"Don't steal it?"

"Don't speak ill of me. Make a man look like a bad man."

I'm a swindler, though.

"And, Mr. Estella," What would you like to order?"

"Well... I don't care, I'll ask you to recommend Jeanette."

"Yes, we have a menu that we started today, so I'll bring you one!"

Then Jeanette walks into the kitchen.

Yes, Estella came for lunch.He was patronizing over a trifle and came to see me for free.

You hyena!

You devil!

Pumpy!

"What's your rebellious eye? You deserve it, don't you?"

"I was hurt most by something that wasn't even a treasure... Why did I look at it like this because of the cloth.

"Get rid of evil thoughts."

"If you take the evil heart out of me, what will be left!"

"... don't you feel sad about that statement yourself?"

Sentence

You don't understand.

How many dreams and hopes does a pure man have on that little cloth?

How intoxicated are you?

"Well, when you've learned from this, don't think you're sick of it any more."

Estella peeps into my face.

Yes, it's abominable.

I turn away and drive Estella out of my sight.

"Keep out of sight. It's a nuisance to my eyes."

"It sounds terrible,"

"Don't talk. It's annoying to hear."

"Clap!"

When I told her coldly, Estella raked my hair around, perhaps because it offended her.

"Yes, don't touch it! It feels like it!"

"No, isn't that different?"

Oh, my gosh. I'm a heartbroken man.

I wish I had gone home quickly."Thank you for waiting~"

Jeanette carries the food on a tray.

"Oh? There are a lot of things."

Estella is wide‐eyed at the content.

On the tray were stir-fried crap vegetables, boiled potatoes, rice balls of miscellaneous grains and bowls.

"Is it all right?

"Yes. It's a 'daily set meal' invented by Mr. Jiro!"

"Oh... daily change,"

"That's all, and the price is reasonable."

"By the way, how much is it?"

"It's 25Rb!"

Stir-fried vegetables cost 20Rb. You'll see how good this is.

Taste goes without saying, quantity and price are perfect.

Estella, who asked about the price, turns to me.

"And? Why is it cheap?"

"It's a trade secret."

"Ketchy".

"That's a compliment to me,"

"Oh, my God."

Estella looks at the food on the tray and ponders it.

"A daily set meal... a 'daily change'... which means that by not saying clearly what will come out, we can use the excess ingredients that are left over at that time to time."

"Amazing! That's the answer!"

Jeanette readily admitted.

It must have been a trade secret.

Estella, however, was almost correct in her reading.

Well, it's just a simple matter of trying to combine the leftover food for church donations with the bulk purchases and offer them cheaply.We've already had no visitors.

It's better to use it as a dish than to leave too much food. It would be great if the menu was a little bit more expensive than usual, driven by the sense of value. If the unit price of customers increases by using ingredients that have to be disposed of anyway, that would be a great benefit.

We are planning to buy vegetables in bulk from neighboring farmers, starting with MOMAT, so we will be able to continue to offer them as much as set meals.

The difference between Jeanette's idea of 'increase the amount!' and the idea of 'cleaning up the store's stock' is not 'increase the amount served to customers.'

"And what is this black one?"

"It's black," Estella said, pointing to a rice ball made of miscellaneous grains. I'm disappointed that you're black. Tell me red.k.a. azuki.

"This is rice."

"Jinet, it's 'rice'".

We don't offer them in the form of rice.

I was looking for food in the pantry, and there was a large amount of rice there.

It seems that bread is the mainstream in this city, with little rice being eaten. It's a waste of time.

It seems that some wards mainly feed on rice, but it seems little known in the 42 wards.

The rice in the Yodamari-tei seemed to have been set aside for feeding chickens. Oh, it's a waste.

Out of them, I sorted out what was in good condition for food and threshed it with a threshing.

But it didn't smell good. It looked a little hard to eat as white rice.

That's where the rice is mixed.

I tried cooking beans, wheat, and other grains in the pantry that were fragrant and sweet.

Compared to the ten grains of rice in Japan, the taste has been reduced by several levels, but it still has become sufficiently edible.

The adzuki beans add a subtle color to the appearance.

Above all, this one tastes much better than that blunt black bread!

What's that hard bread? I wouldn't be surprised if it appeared as a suspense weapon for two hours. That's 25Rb, isn't it? It's a fraud.

"It smells strange.""One of these days, I'll contract with a rice farmer to provide white rice."

"White rice? Is it good?"

Freshly cooked rice is the truth of the world.'

From the moment I learned that white rice exists and is distributed as food, my heart has been captivated by it.

get [get] absolutely

Then you scratch the freshly cooked rice!

Jeanette's food is delicious, but the taste of her hometown is still hard to pass on.

"Huh!? It's good!"

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Estella with original grain rice makes your eyes roll.

He is moving his cheeks and chewing hard.

"The more you chew, the sweeter it is... Yeah, it doesn't smell bad."

"Don't eat and talk. This is why the poor..."

"Well... I'm sorry I'm poor,"

For some reason, the in-ear sent to Estella seemed to have pierced Jeanette, and Jeanette shrugged her shoulders and bowed her head.

"Don't bully me,"

"It's not my fault,"

This is Jeanette's paranoia.

But this guy... made me a bad guy for everything.

"Go home as soon as you eat,"

"Don't be so mean to me? I'm sure you'll be happy to have customers every day."

"The one who doesn't pay is not a customer,"

"How about you, not the restaurant? You're happy to see my face every day, aren'

Estella makes a "shina" with her hair raked up.

...what a joke is that?

"If you want to please me, try to be above the E-cup minimum."

"Why do you talk so quickly about your chest?"Estella slaps her hair-scratching arms against her desk.

Tableware clanks.

"E, Estella, please calm down".

"'Put me the breast!'

"It's 'Calm down'! Please don't say anything for a second, Mr. Jiro.

I've been scolded.

There's nothing wrong with me.

"Well, Mr. Estella," It's no use worrying too much about your physical things. It doesn't matter which way they are, they are all individual, good or bad."

"But... I too, if possible, would be a little bigger..."

"You don't have to think about it. And there's nothing good about having a big chest?"

``You've done all the good things!'

"Why, even Mr. Jiro!"

Estella and I have the same voice.

I can't believe the day will come when I agree with him."

I don't want to admit it, but maybe we're alike.

I thrust out my right hand.

It's a like‐minded handshake.

"I flatly refuse!"

Nevertheless, Estella seems to have bent her navel.

Throw the stir-fried crap into your mouth and munch your puffy cheeks.

It's going to be a big deal if you make a funny joke now.

I thought... but Estella, who sensed something, stared at me with a fierce look.

Hmmm......you don't get into trouble...

Estella, who chewed hard for a while and then choked up the crap vegetables, swung a different topic as if to change the mood.

"And are negotiations going on with other farmers and fishermen?"

"I don't think it's going on today, yesterday,"

"It's too late. Speed is the key to business negotiations."Well, there's a point.

In my case, however, speed is the life of profit.

"Genet doesn't have much time to move."

"Why don't you go alone?"

"When a stranger suddenly comes up and says, 'Sell the product without going through the guild,' there's no way anyone can ask."

"Well, certainly,"

In that respect, Jeanette is very useful.

Jeanette, who is harmless to humans and animals and has the ability to unconditionally arouse the other person's desire for protection, is highly liked by the neighbors.

There's no way out of it.

So I'm thinking of closing the cafeteria as soon as possible and going around to the producers.

But it's not something you can go around in a day or two... it's hard.

"If you go anywhere, I can help you."

"Are you going to eat free food again?"

"Well, if you can get a reassuring helper."

It's reassuring, you know...

Well, even if it's hard to ask Genet, can you ask Estella?

This guy knows how dirty people are, and he's willing to let someone suffer. They have a "cold blood" that is close to me in a way.

"Well, let's all go and ask for a favor,"

Jeanette clapped her hands and laughed happily.

Apparently, they think it's a fun event...

As expected, Estella might be there.

"I think I'll leave Jeanette behind..."

"Why!? I hope you'll do your best.

That's what I'm worried me.

"You'll be fooled right away, and you'll be disadvantaged."

"That's not the case," I'm still a very careful person."

...are you really saying that?"Then I'll test you now."

"A test?"

I pick up a rice ball of miscellaneous grain from the tray of the daily set meal.

"Wait! That's mine!"

"Don't be stingy! Just eat up!"

"It's not stingy to stop it, is it?"

"I don't think it's going on.

"It's going to decrease! It's going to disappear!"

"I can't help it..."

I give up the rice and reach for the Imagawa-yaki paper bag.

"Here's your favorite Imagawa-yaki."

"Yes,"

If you take it out of a paper bag... it's really Imagawa-yaki. It's that circular Imagawa-yaki that I know very well.

"Let's do this half as well as I do now."

"Half of this?"

"Yes, but you love Imagawa-yaki, don't you?"

"Yes,"

"You want to eat a lot if possible, don't you?"

"Well...It's mean, but I want to eat a lot."

"But I will prevent it!"

"What!? Why?!?"

"Here's the test,"

I look at Jeanette and explain the rules slowly.

"Your aim is to eat more than I do. Is that all right?""More than Mr. Jiro... Yes. I understand."

Jeanette nods and stands ready.

No, no. It's not a scramble.

"I'll split it in half and choose which one I'll eat." Is that all right?"

"Yes,"

".........are you ready?"

"What? ... Oh, then you can only eat the same amount, can you?"

Do you think he can eat the same amount?

"Do you have any advice?"

Estella interrupts me because she can't see the terrible Genet.

Well, advice would do.

When I urged her, Estella took a rice ball from the tray and split it in half. Onigiri is divided into large chunks and small chunks.

"You can say half of it, right?"

"Oh!"

Jeanette gazes at the rice balls of miscellaneous grains, as if the scales had fallen from her eyes.

"That's what you mean... I almost "lost" you."

"If only this were the case,"

Jeanette was completely unaware of the fact that she had discovered that much in her first offer of conditions.

The difference between these two is endless.

"So, Mr. Jiro. I can't accept the idea."

Thinking it's a test, Jeanette tells me in a firm tone.

If you're sure you won't hurt the other person, you can say your opinion clearly. I wish I had done so all the time.

"Then I'll split it in half and hand you the one you choose." How about this?"Jeanette immediately looks at Estella when she hears the next idea. ... think for yourself.

Estella looks down on the grainy rice and has deep wrinkles between her eyebrows.

If there is a big and small difference between the two... if Jeanette chooses which one to take... Jeanette can eat more.

I suppose you've come to that answer.

It's more like we're only going to get there.

But it doesn't seem to fit... Estella's eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper.

"Well, what shall we do?"

"What, uh...!?"

Jeanette begins to panic as she looks at Estella and me alternately.

"Ten seconds left..."

"What! What!"

"Nine, eight, seven,"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... "

"6...5...4...3..."

"Hey! That's fine! That's fine!"

"Two … … … I see. Now, let's see the result."

Jeanette presses down on her heart, perhaps because of the countdown. ...wow, it's going to Metcha'sink...

"By any chance, my dear fellow..."

Look at Jeanette's right hand, which I'm swallowing in my breast... No, while I was looking at her right hand, Estella stared at me and spoke to me.

I'll expose the trick. with that look in one's eyes

"Don't you try to divide it neatly into two so that you don't know which one ate more?"

"It's disgusting that it's not black and white,"

"Well... oh! I see!"Estella seems to have come up with something and distorts her face in frustration.

"The winning condition given to Jeannette is to eat more than Jiro... if the exact amount is the same, you don't eat more!"

"Oh!? Really!"

Jeanette's expression is distorted by Estella's words.

I see, that's an interesting idea. Is that so?

But it's not.

I'm going to make it easier to understand and show off Jeanette's susceptibility to deceit.

"Then I'll cut it in half."

To put it lightly, I split the Imagawa-yaki in two.

…and as a result.

"What?"

"What?"

Estella and Jeanette shout together.

There was a clear difference between the Imagawa ware I divided and the Imagawa ware was large and small. About half a mouthful is bigger on the right.

"Hahaha! You messed up, Jillo."

"I can beat Mr. Jiro in this way,"

a laughing Estella and Jeanette

Confident of victory, Jeanette points to the bigger one on the right.

"Then I'd like this, please,"

Immediately after hearing those words, I bite the bigger Imagawa-yaki as hard as I can.

"What!"

Then he takes a bite and hands the designated one on the smaller right side to Jeanette.

"...to eat...to see,"

Then, eat the rest of your hands in one bite.

Yeah. Sweet!

It's delicious, isn't it?"Ah... I loved Imagawa-yaki..."

heartless

The only thing left for Jeannette was a small piece of Imagawa-yaki, just a bit of water.

I just had Jeanette choose which one to hand over.

I haven't said that I won't touch it.

"What? You're easily fooled."

"...wow...wow...

Jeanette gazes at the little bits left in her hand with tearful eyes.

Do you really like it?

He looks very sad.

But if you don't get this much damage, you won't be able to feel it.

It's a good medicine.

"Ginnette," I'll give it to you again next time. Right? Don't cry."

"...no. It was the result of my invitation."

Jeanette seems to have reflected on her stupidity.

All right. That's all right.

"I mean, Jillo! You couldn't beat Jeanette no matter what you did!"

Estella seems angry at Jeanette's half-cry.

He turns his misguided anger at me.

"There's a way to win," the simplest method of direct attack."

"What should I have done!"

I will teach Estella and Jeanette a very simple solution.

"If I had said, "No, I don't accept this test," I would have eaten a whole ball.""'Ah... '"

so

Originally, this Imagawa-yaki belongs to Jeanette.

As long as I didn't let him use it for the test, he could naturally eat more than I did.

"If you're under the illusion that there's only a world in the field that the other person has decided on, the whole world will be turned upside down."

Estella and Jeanette fell silent when they heard my grateful lecture.

The only thing left was the unbearable aftertaste that spread in my mouth.

Let's go eat freshly made food next time.

It was only sweet enough to make me think so.

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