Chapter 152: 152 Episode 133: Sometimes alone

The branch of Yodamari-tei is temporarily closed today.

"Home party!"

"'Drink! Sing!'"

"Hey, don't run inside the store! Excuse me, manager. I'll give you a good scolding."

"No. It's lively and fun."

"... younger brothers, younger sisters, help me cook."

"'Yes!'"

It's a curry show for the hamsters.

I'll have to feed the church kids when I get the spice in earnest.

... well, it's just a matter of course.

With all this bustle, Jeanette won't be missed.

Estella says she cares too much, but if she looks like that, I'm worried.

"Is your brother going out?"

"Oh, to the forty-first leg,"

"Which is more important, work or me?"

"...where do you remember that?"

Shouldn't we rethink the educational environment for hamsters?

"Mr. Jiro, please be careful on your way."

"Oh,"

There are many things that I would like to do this time to inspect the enemy's situation.

Well, none of them are official, so I'm going to go and clean them up by myself.

The rest... I feel like being alone for a little while.

"Brother! If you're going to the 41st leg, go and see our masterpiece!"

`Go and see!'

"You ought to see it!"

"Look at that!"

`My brother's way!'

"Who's going to end up with 'hair is slowly gone'?"

give Hammaro a strong stroke on the head after making a rude remark

`Whoa... with punishment, playful...!'

Hammaro, with his hairy thighs on his head, walks lightly with his eyes wide open.

Don't think you'll spoil me forever.

"And what is your masterpiece?"

`"A statue of the Spirit God!"'

"Did you make a statue?"

"…in the central square. "The symbol of this tournament."""

`It's quite a reputation there to be watched by the Spirit,'

Magda and Loretta, who regularly go to the 41st leg, annotate.

Oh, that's what it is. Then I'll check it out while I'm at it.

"Well, I'm going now,"

"Mr. Jiro,"

As I try to leave the dining room, Jeanette flaps up to me as usual.

"Be careful,"

"Oh, I'll treat you to rice around Ricardo, so you can eat it."

"Did you get along with your neighbor? It's amazing."

No. We don't get along at all.

But if you don't say so, you'll be waiting till midnight, right?

I'm going to move around a bit today. I want you to stay normal, as if you didn't have me.

"Well, I'll be back,"

"Yes. Take care."

Say hello again, and I'll leave the Yodamari-tei.

First of all, I'd like to go and see Ricardo, and then I'd like to see Medra, who is going to kill the beast Swarm.

I'd also like to know what Magda and Loretta used to call a man who eats a lot.

I put the results first, and I thought I'd pull myself together to go by carriage today, but that was bad.

"Oh, are you inspecting the enemy's situation? That's reliable, Jiro!"

"You've got a real start, haven'together. I'll count on you, General!"

"You're a fool. Mr. Jiro is moving, which means he's already won."

"Then shall we begin to prepare for the celebration?"

"That's fast, isn't it?"

The horse-drawn carriage bustles.

Until the convention, there were still a lot of people heading to the 41st leg of the horse-drawn carriage operated with the money of the lord of each ward.

...every one of them looked at me with sparkling eyes.

For several minutes before the 41st leg, I kept a twitching smile on my face.

My cheek muscles cramped up a little... oh my gosh.

What I'm expecting is... after all, it's kind of uncomfortable.

Yes, this is not like me.

I'm a better man than this... away from decency... to be cursed, despised, evaded, hated like a snake.

He's the worst swindler who's ever plagued so many people.

Now I'm pretending to be a good man...

It's strange that you should be praised.

It's impossible to expect.

I'm not what you think I am.

It's an illusion that you're a good guy, and you're all fooled.

Swear at me!

If you're the worst person to deceive, curse me!

...somebody, you know, I... swear at me. I can't help it because I'm out of shape.

The people in the 42nd leg are so good‐natured that they don't know how to suspect people.

If you were to be critical of everything I did and put it on me, and yet you wouldn't even listen to my opinions, would you accuse me and curse me? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"So Ricardo," Swear at me.

"Go home!"

I don't want to be the only one I know. It's Ricardo Siegenterer, the lord of the 41st leg."I didn't make an appointment, so I was driven away by the gatekeeper, but I thought, ""If I tried a little hard, I could sneak in."""

I am now in the office of Ricardo's mansion.

"How did you come in?" You're like a fly."

"Hey! Who's the fly?"~. I'm going to get angry~"

"Don't grin! It's disgusting!"

"Oh, it's disgusting... In such cases, it's more damaging to spit out "kimoku" briefly!? If the contempt of the beautiful girl is matched, her power will double..."

"Don't talk hot! Pervert or Temae!"

"Who is your kind!"

"I'm not a pervert!"

` -- and so on,'

"Taemae, really, why are you here!"

Ricardo yells and violently kicks the heavy dark brown office desk.

The office desk moves slightly with a heavy noise.

"You're short-tempered. It's not good for you to be so irritated."

"Whose fault!"

"My parents' genes..."

"It's Taemae! Because Taemae wanders around in front of her!"

"Who's hanging around in front of you!"

"I'm telling you! Do you even have a strange ear?"

bang one's fist down and hit one's office desk

You'll certainly be sued if you have any intention at the office desk.

"I'll ignore the intrusion. If you don't want anything, go home!"

Despite a blue streak in his temples, Ricardo is quite generous.

Oh... I don't mind...

"Are you sure you didn't have anyone to play with these days?"

"I'll call the vigilante,"

"What? I'm worried about you".

"Is there any concern about Temae worried about?"

Perhaps he's given up his job, Ricardo rests on the back of his chair and turns straight back.

"I'm out of tune watching Taemae!"

"Wow... flag... flag... flag that's going to drop suddenly after that..."

"Who!?"

Ricardo leans out of his chair and peels his tusks at me.

But he immediately frowned and sat down again in his chair, turning his back on me.

"What is Temae? When I think she's joking, she looks to the core. If you think about it, you'll end up acting stupidly that you can't think of in terms of common sense.

"... well. I feel like I'm being praised."

"...tick!"

Well, it must have been right. I got a clean smack of my tongue.

"If you had a teaching material called ""Fourth grade elementary school student, good boy's tongue,"" it would be a model that could be recorded as an example."

"Why, for trespassing upon the lord's house, it's a capital punishment!? And it's time to make a splash of war from now.

"A big eatery is a war..."

"I think Taemae told you! He said it was war!"

"He's a man of the past,"

"It's just that Temae is too proper!"

This guy doesn't seem to be really angry, does he?

It's a joke, isn't it?

"Lord! What the heck... a little!? You are in the Forty-second Ward!? How did you sneak in!? Gather the soldiers! You are an intruder!"

The polite and impolite man who guided us before is making a fuss about his sudden passing.

Countless footsteps come pounding from all over the house.

"All right! Don't worry!"

But I don't think it's going to be a big deal from there.

Ricardo stands up and casts a sharp glance at the polite of crap.

"Leave me alone. It's my guest."

"But, Lord,"

"Don't make me say it twice!"

"…………."

Zizi bowed his head and replied briefly.

Hearing that, the soldiers who had gathered together drifted away from this place.

Everyone looked at me reproachfully.

"Oh my gosh!"

"That's what trained soldiers are all about."

Ricardo replied to my words as I saw him off.

Oh, no, no. That's not the case.

"You're the one who's scared."

the attitude of sticking to any irrationality in a single word

In this case, shitty opinions are absolutely correct.

Nevertheless, all the soldiers withdrew just by telling them not to go against me.

"In this district, if you're wrong, everyone can't go down."

"Do I make such a blunder?"

"Very confident,"

"We are a hunting race,"

says Ricardo proudly.

"I'm not in the guild, but my father and I are no match for the hunting guilds. Well, I don't think you and I'll be anywhere near my feet."

Ricardo boasting that he will exceed Usse, who is in charge of the 42 wards.

It's true that the way you build your muscles is quite different from the average person, but... isn't it a little too much?"Hunting people are attracted to leaders who can rely on them absolutely on them. and the lord of the 41st leg must be the most powerful, smart, and ready to make decisions."

"Then it's Medra, isn't it?

"Dumb yaro! Will a woman serve as lord?"

Wow... Estella completely denied...

Also, if I had to say it in Japan, I would have received complaints from various organizations.

I'm glad you're a stranger.

"Anyway, I'll take the lead and show you the way, and the people of the domain will move forward without hesitation. That's what lords are all about."

If you're leading the way, you must be in the wrong direction.

"I'm going to beat Temae, Ova Jillo,"

Ricardo glares straight at me.

There's a clear antagonism going on. But I didn't feel uncomfortable about it being square and square.

"I fight to win. Whatever Temae is up to or using, I'll screw it down with force. You must be prepared."

It is a clean declaration of war.

I'm beginning to wonder if this guy is actually a very serious guy.

"You ought to win, not me, but Estella." Estella is the representative of the 42 wards."

"Well, Estella is not my match,"

Smile with your nose and point your finger at me.

"All I deal with is a really strong guy. It's Temae, Ova Jiro."

I'm sure it means that you're evaluating me."

If that's the case, you should, above all fight against Estella.

The real threat is not a strong hand piece, but a player who can manipulate the strong hand piece freely.

His courage to confront the difficulties he faces may be his trait, but that's also his fault.

Just as the best players don't make good coaches, a brave man of record can't make a good lord.

Rather, he is better suited to that position, where he can see things from a standpoint that he has not thrown himself into battle.

At least a man named Obajillo, whom Ricardo acknowledged as a threat, could not have obtained assistance unless he was a lord named Estella.

It was Estella who dragged out the man you said you should be vigilant about? If you don't notice that... you'll be shuffled away.

Don't get angry in front of your opponent to fight from now on. Always keep your cool and don't let anything get you upset.

If you don't have a sense of normalcy, you'll have a tear from there.

"And if you stick to Estella, you'll end up being the lord."

"Smiling!"

Even though his mind was fragile, he collapsed.

"Pop! Pop!? What are you saying!? Why am I Estella?"

"What? Aren't you helping me out because I'm in love?"

"Oh, you're so simple! Are you pure-hearted!? Are you pure-hearted?"

"Well... calm down,"

"Oh, come on! Estella doesn't have enough milk to spout!"

"Oh! You're telling me to calm down!"

That's because you're the one!

Ricardo raked up his hair with a slight irritation and exhaled a short breath.

"Why not?" I'm sure that's the case with me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

`So you're not looking at me like I'm looking at dirt!'

I settled down at once.

I'm feeling very depressed, too!

"I will participate in this competition for myself. The reason we have to win is personal. So I'll take responsibility to get rid of those who stand up."

"It's good. I'll get you back."

catch the eye of a hunter after one's prey

with an amused look

If you are distracted by me and can't watch Estella, we have a chance to win.

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If the general is safe, the game can be reversed even if everything else is completely destroyed.

I'm not the general of the 42 wards, but Estella.

I'm just a guest.

"Well... I'm busy. It's about time you went home."

"Oh, I didn't serve tea, but I didn't expect it, so I'll just leave it to you."

"You're not complaining," Who serves tea to Temae?"

"I think it is necessary to have the freedom to treat customers with gratitude."

"It's a fool's deed to treat even a rude fellow with courtesy. Is it a wonderful human being to treat beggars and royals in the same line?"

"No, that's just a fool."

"Then you drink tea at Temae's house,"

I almost got the illusion that this might be the one who gets along best in this city.

I guess it's just the same blackness in the stomach. ...hehehehew.

"By the way, Ricardo,"

"What?"

"What color is your nipple?"

"Go home!"

A chair?

He threw me that shitty chair! I can't believe it!

Aren't you bumping into the door and making a "guggon!" sound?

I mean, the strength of the arm to throw that chair from one corner of the room to the other is plainly frightening!?

I can't stand another second in the danger zone where these savage people hang around.I had left Ricardo's house quickly.

"Oh... this is what happened..."

I couldn't help but open my mouth and look at the street.

The main streets of 41 wards had become very clean.

The streets have been paved, the shops have been organized, and the exterior has changed brilliantly and spectacularly.

Arms dealers, which looked like barren houses in the wilderness, have all been overshadowed, and fashionable girls have become the brightest streets to work on window shopping.

in the middle of such a main street

In the wide open central square stood a strange object that was not clear to me.

It was a beech-shaped statue with tons of mensolatum daubed in its nostrils.

"…a statue of the Spirit?" It's as mushroomy as ever, the Spirit."

And it's big.

It was a majestic beech, well over five meters long.

What a waste of effort, Hammaro!

"Huh?"

I thought no one would appreciate such a great beech-meji in agony."

There was a half-fish kneeling in front of a giant beech-meji statue and praying earnestly.

a man of half fish who curls up his muscular and possibly over 190 cm in size, closes his eyelids and prays. Do fish have eyelids?

「………………」

a big fish-faced man who prays earnestly without disturbing himself in the midst of so many people passing by. ...perhaps a devout Beechmeji.

Oh, this statue is the spirit god. Three seconds or so makes me forget. You know, people have 80 percent of visual information. They're obviously beech mejis.

"Hey, that one,"

"Ah..."

Passersby A and B behind me sneak into a conversation.

"I pray again, Gustave,"

"It's only to be told that you're the most religious in the city."

The name seems to be Gustave.

"Is he a famous man?"

"Who are you, my dear?"

"Passer-by C."

"...where are A and B?"

It's you.

I don't care about anything like that, who is he?

"The Gustave of the Hunting Guild." It's definitely the biggest meal in the city."

"What about him.

"Ah! his daily routine is to pray to the Spirit like this... to devour food-court food after work."

... what the Magdas were saying was that bastard.

"I suppose the hunting guild will be the center, after all, of all,"

"Everything in the center is chosen from hunting guilds."

"All of you?"

"Ah,"

"Oh, I see,"

Ricardo called it a battle to win, but... all of them?

"Most of them pray to the Spirit to win the contest."

"You're a muscular man, but you're religious."

"Baccha, my dear fellow," It doesn't matter whether you're a man or a woman. Everybody has the same respect for the Spirit."

You mean that it's no laughing place to see this scene where a muscular man, Ossan, is praying with a serious expression on his face to that funny beech-meji statue?

"No one but the Hunting Guild says anything?"

"Well... it's the lord's opinion,"

Passerby B's words sounded half‐hurried.

"We have a hunting guild, and we have our people. That's how the city is made up."

"Yes, sir. All we have to do is shut up and wait for the results."

...give up... realise... they're both different.

That's common sense for these guys. It's taken for granted.

Everything goes well and everything goes wrong because of others.

After all, can't you reverse that rigid view of life overnight?

Well, if Ricardo loses badly... ...what are you guys going to do?

Will there be riots?

Are you willing to accept all misfortunes?

Ricardo

Wouldn't it be better for you to learn a little from Estella?

Perhaps the 41st leg has been ratcheting up its strategy to win in Ricardo and the Hunting Guild. The players, and perhaps the food, should be in the hunting guild.

It may not be a bad choice if you think of it as a decision from a standpoint where you have to win...

That's a good bet.

I would not be able to bet because the risk is too high.

"And does that half-fish eat so much?"

make a casual attempt at

Here, tell me for the sake of passersby.

"He's not half-fish," of the Piranhas."

`It's hard to understand!'

"Don't tell me!"

Passersby say, "It's not a level to eat."

Let's see what you've done.

Follow the Gustave and show us how to eat.

watch the fervent prayers that still continue from a distance

That's a long time, isn't it? Greedy! ... Come to think of it, prayers are different from wishes, aren't they? I won't give you any offertory money.

...and yet it's a long time. It's too pious to be true.

While Gustave was praying, straws and people gathered and were seen praying for a statue of Beechshimeji everywhere.

Beechshimejiism is amazing... Oh, is it spirit god? It's already good to be Beechshimejiism.

Net, for half an hour, Gustave kept praying.

Oh, my God... wouldn't he be a more comfortable god, Spiritual God?

I don't appreciate it at all because they are always repentant of me whenever I say "baby."`Well, I'm done praying, and I think I'll go for lunch!'

"Hoot!"

The Pilanese gustave opens his mouth.

However, the unexpected pitch of his voice almost blew out.

A high voice!

Are you that character from Chiba Prefecture's Dreamland?!

Fortunately, Gustave didn't seem to notice... but be careful, if you let it go, you're going to laugh. The gap is cowardly.

It's past eleven o'clock... Do you go to work after eating?

Don't take a break at some strange time. Oh, that's it. I wonder if you're doing a rotation to avoid being crowded at lunchtime.

I followed the Gustave lightly thinking about it... and after that I'll regret it very much.

"A refill,"

"I'm sorry! The ingredients are..."

"This store... I can't help it." Please fill it up by evening. I'll be back again."

"Are you coming again?"

"Yes. See you later,"

I eat up the whole food court and leave the store looking cool.

...to be honest, just looking at it made me lose my appetite. I was robbed.

Doesn't he even have the ability to gather the appetite of people around him in his body?

I'm a little convinced, but when he shows up at lunchtime, the whole city is in a messed up.

Even if we eat, we run out of ingredients.

That's why they dare to let you have lunch first.

Restaurants that run out of ingredients are forced to close, but customers can choose other restaurants if they are closed from the beginning. Confusion is minimized.

Is it the exchange conditions that release the gustave before lunchtime?

You can prioritize what you like when there's no one around. Instead, don't wander down the main street at lunchtime...

Anyway, I hated the ridiculous buffoon.

What's going on?

Is the higher the belief in the spirit god, the more likely it is to have a curse that makes the stomach look stupid?

Is this as good as Bertina... more than that?

After all, I can't see the limitations.

Even Bertina has experienced the limitations of her stomach once in the past... Is that what Gustave has?

"The safety measure is to hit a losing agent against him, but then I'd like to have enough time to win."

But in the 41st leg... no, in the Hunting Guild, there is another threat... no, there is a fool.

"...Medra. Can you hold down the magda by hitting it?"

a gustave of a food court

And all of them are non-standard medras.

Can we compete with these two monsters.........

"It's no use thinking about it," It's just the right time. Let's go and see what Medra's appetite is."

I want information.

d*mn, I'm starting to feel a strange rush here.

Until yesterday, I was taking it easy... I might have been a little too loose.

I rushed through the main street to the 41st Street Gate.

The destination is not there, but the headquarters of a hunting guild standing right next to the street gate.

I wish I could make an appointment well......

On each side of a huge gate reminiscent of some prison, a large muscular man stands one by one who seems to be stuck in another impossible prison.

I'm even afraid of the gatekeeper. I can't believe that hunting guilds are such a hard job.

"Who is it?"

"What do you want?"

As you approach the gate, the gatekeepers rush in.

It's a great feeling of pressure...!

"No, wait a minute, see Mr. Guild."

"No permission,"

"Go home,"

It's very cold.

No, it's only natural. Even Magda said she had never met him before we met at the Yodamari-tei.

Even Usse, the manager of the branch, seems to be able to meet once a year, and there is no way that outsiders without appointments will be given permission to meet.

That's how important a position he is he?

Especially now, we are on the verge of exterminating the swarm of the beast.

It's only natural that security is tight.

It can't be helped. Will you give up today?

"Well, I'm sorry, but will you just tell me, 'Obajillo has come to encourage Swarm?'"

Before I could finish saying 'I'm sure,' the gatekeeper straightened his back and turned to the right with a gust of wind.

Then, at the window of the headquarters, the van shouted, in a loud voice that sounded like whisper voice.

"Mommy! The 'Oba-Yashiro' that I was talking about is here to see you!"

"As I said, you came here to ask me out before the Swarm was over!"

Hey!?　

What's a date?

"Is that exactly what you said?"

What the hell is going to happen!?

With no time to raise such questions, the headquarters building began to shake.

... I guess Medra is running down the hallway... ...it's going to collapse! Don't run down the hallway!

`Darling!'

A monster appeared.

What should I do?

→ Run away

run away from

run away from

give up

However, he was surrounded by the enemy!!

"Oh! It's too late, darling! Atashi, I've been waiting for you!"I was restrained by two log-like arms and swung about in a manner that looked rather blunt.

Stop it... I'm going to shatter my spine... I'm going to be a spine sprinkler!

"I thought that when a weak Atashi goes on a dangerous hunt, he'll be worried! He's a man who's expected to come! He's mean to rush to the last minute! ... But that's how happy I am! What should I say? I'm embarrassed!"

I want you to refrain from killing people out of embarrassment... or rather, it's about time... or death... or death... or death... or death... or death... or death... or death... or death.

"You guys!"

``Huh!'

"Atashi is going on a lunch date with Darling! He invited me out of the way, or she'll be gone! Right?"

"'Huh!'"

"While Atashi is away, keep the headquarters under control!"

"'Huh! In lieu of life!"

`If there's a fellow who's trying to imitate me... I don't mind, I'll just let him follow me!'

"'Huh! I'll smash it to pieces!'"

"Then I'm going to love you a little bit, my dear ☆"

`Huh! Have a nice day!'

What's that here? The haunted house?

"Now, Darling," Are you hungry? There's a good restaurant at Atashi's doorstep. I wanted to go with Darling once. Will you follow me?"

"Ah... oh, I'll go." I'll go... let me go...

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Hush!? Release me...!"

I heard a burst of air and my eardrums gave up their work.

I can't hear anything and feel nothing.

But the scenery is so fast...All I could do was think vaguely, "Oh, maybe the speed of sound is going up."

I'm too loose after all...

The ability to avoid a crisis is turned off. This is... absolutely.

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