Chapter 159: 159 Episode 138: Third Match: Pitfalls of Sweet Love

"Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah!"

Emergency!

Monsters charged at the headquarters!

"Front the whole army! By all means keep the men out of the way!"

Hey, it's okay!

Here are Magda and Delia and Norma's three beasts, Estella Natalia's knife master combination, and even the sacrificial combination of Womaro and Becko!

I'm not going to get there, Medallah!

"...impossible for Magda,"

"I can't stop you,"

"I'm afraid you're not going to do it, either.

"Sorry, Jiro, I can't do it with a knife."

"Yasilo, please be a pillar."

"Are you all cold-hearted?"

Magda, Delia, Norma, Estella, and Natalia are useless!

Are you going to run away if this way?

I kicked the ground and ran at full speed from the first step.

But he was taken in.

It's fast!?

"Huh~ Get it!"

"It's not Getchu! What! It's your enemy, isn't it you?"

"Battle and love are two different things, darling,"

Under the guise of wild theory, Medra invaded the 42 wards of space.

Are you a free man?

"No, what? He didn't come here for fun, either. You know what it's like to step into the enemy's camp.

"Do you mean you want anything?"

"Ricardo said, "I wonder if I've said too much."

You mean Loretta, don't you?

I got a little angry and stared at him.

"He said, 'I wish someone would come and see what's going on~' so I'll wait and see and tell him I'm sorry."

"What... Ricardo is a little timid, isn't sure?"

"It may be a waste of time said he said. Haha."

a loud‐smiling medla

What an overprotective fellow!

"Tell Ricardo," 'I'll never forget that I made Loretta cry.'

"I've always thought about it, Darling,"

That's not the case.

It's just that I think Ricardo should suffer.

"Then he'll be back," for I won't lose the third."

"Hmm. I'm sorry, but the next game is as good as we got."

"That's a great deal of confidence," Is there any chance of winning?"

"Hmm. Well,"

Thanks to Loretta, the flow is completely directed this way.

No matter who the Forty‐First Ward may bring in, our victory is unwavering.

"Oh? Who is it is?"

Medra looks to the entrance of the hall.

It's a passage for the people we've come in.

If I follow you and look over there...

"Dae-Lia-chan!"

I saw a huge aquarium entering the waiting space in the 42 wards with Marsha waving her hands in a hoarse voice.

"Marsha! Did you come to cheer for me?"

"Yes! I was a little slow in getting ready, so I was late. Have you finished your game yet?"

"No, not yet,"

Marsha is not from the 42nd leg, but Delia had given her permission to enter here. In the auditorium, this aquarium... is impossible.

"Well, is it a marine guild?" Milk is the only attractive little mermaid."

Shut up, big boss of the hunting guild who is barely recognized as a woman by milk alone.

he said -- '

"Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama!"

Suddenly a strangely high-pitched man broke into our space.

What's that voice? Are you kidding me?

said he, looking closely at it.

"It's Gustave, isn't it?

"...Why is Gustave here?"

"What a Gustave! What are you here for?"

"Oh my gosh, Gusta, Bou."It's been a long time since I last saw you~☆

"Hi, Marsha! Long time no see!"

Are you ignoring us?

"How does Darling know that tiger girls are good?"

"I've heard that there's a man to eat,"

"As expected, Darling is shrewd." Oh, is that it? Um... did you inspect when you had a date with Atashi?"

`Don't hesitate with your big body!'

Well, that's quite true!

"Ma, with Mom... a date?"

"...Yasilo.........Challenger."

Gustave and Magda looked at me as if I were a freak.

It's a bad reputation."More importantly, Mr. Marsha," Did you come to see me!?"

"Uh-huh. It's my friend Delia's support."

"Wow! Tomorrow! I'll be active in the most important scene! I'm the general! Please come again tomorrow!"

Apparently, the glutinous fish Gustave is hot for Marsha, the guild's head.

"I want to be caught!" or something like that, you know?

But, well... I'm out of my mind. Marsha is completely out of the way.

When it comes to marsha-level giant mermaids, there will be countless men who will make advances.

There's a glimpse of grown‐up leeway in the 42 wards. It's kind of s*xy that makes you want to play with fire.

"... Gustave is the general,"

"I think I'm going to hit Magda said.

"Oh, you idiot, Gustave! You're not leaking our information! Our darling is smarter than those men, and he'll be ripped off for a little leak!"

I'm afraid you're complimenting me... What's that 'family bragging' tone? And who is the darling of us?

"Good-bye, Darling," Atashi says he'll leave now so that he doesn't talk nonsense."

"Oh, hurry home,"

And don't come again.

Marsha asks me when she sees the Medras go home.

"And when is Delia going to join the war.

He seems to have taken care not to divulge this information to others.

He's a very attentive fellow. You must be understanding the situation.

in exchange for…

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"What about you!? You're staring at me!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,

Carbin, deputy guild length for sea fishing (severe foot fetish) excited about Norma's raw feet. He's no good. You can't do it as a person before you can read the atmosphere. I wish he'd be a wreck of the sea.

"Oh, yes. I don't care about that ☆"

"Our cheering squad is damaged."

"""I'm patient ☆"""

How tyrannical!?

Well, Norma would knock out as easily as Calvin... let it go.

"And as for Delia's game..."

I speak up to Delia standing next to Marsha.

"Not long after,"

"What!? Are you going to play in the third round?"

"Wow, you must have come at the right time~"

Regardless of the timing of Marsha's visit, the flow is definitely on its way.

"Loretta gave me a chance to win."

Loretta's foul defeat and last-place authority as a penalty has put him in charge of cooking for the third round in the 40th leg.

This is the first dish of the 40th district.

"No. 40 serves luxury cakes! If you eat a lot of cakes, Delia is invincible!"

If we win the second game here, we'll have the championship on the championship.

"Well! Loretta does a good job!"

A schemer~'

"Yes! Loretta is great!"

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!?

Coming back at the right time, Loretta wore a cheer suit and wore a ponytail.

My hair isn't as long as Ginette or Magda's, so when I wear a ponytail, the nape of my head looks good.

Whoooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Yeah. That's all right, Loretta.

"Yes! Loretta is erotic!"

"Something's changed!"

Loretta looks happy with her eyes wide open.

You have only to look so energetic.

"Well! I wonder if I'll do my best!"

Delia stretched out her arm muscles hand in hand.

I could feel a great deal of confidence in his expression.

--can't do it'

The standby bell rings and Delia goes on stage alone.

Delia is followed by an armadillo-bodied man on stage.

"... the Armadillo Webro. He has a stupid tongue that says, "It's delicious and delicious," no matter how bad it tastes."

"What a good fellow, a hunting guild..."

"...when people eat something they don't like or don't like, their stomach refuses to eat more and they eat less. Even if you don't dislike it, if you don't like the seasoning or the arrangement, it will have some effect."

"That Armadillo man must have it,"

"...yes. You can eat anything flat with an armadillon."Your name has been overwritten by an armadillon.

Magda, you'd better review your habit of riding on the fun side.

And one more. Representatives from the 40th leg will take to the stage.

He's an ordinary man with no particular character. I have the impression that I have a little muscle on my arm.

"Hey, Imelda. What kind of fellow is he...? What about Imelda?"

"...a stylish man with a red face took me away."

Stylish Zenovius would have invited Imelda out for another meal without learning.

He is a man of indomitable spirit.

It can't be helped.

"Percy!"

"Huh? What's wrong with you, sweetie?"

"What kind of fellow is he?"

"Huh?"

I try to get information from Percy, who lives in the same 40th leg

"No, I've never seen him, who is he?"

"You can't use it! Go home now!"

"No! I won't go home until I burn Neferry's cheer suit in my brain!"

Yes, he's a useful man!

"Oh, that's the restaurant's Killian,"

Surprisingly, Womaro had information about the man.

Well, he's from forty wards, isn't he?

--huh!

The bell rings and the third game begins.

"Killian's restaurant is an astringent restaurant for professionals, and it's a famous restaurant known to all who know it."

"Oh, what are you going to feed me?"

Super spicy food! Oh, look, Aless! The hot chicken that's being used in this game!"

"What!"

When I heard Umaro's words, I screamed and ran to the stage.

In front of the players is a bright red wing on the plate.

"...cake, isn't it?"

Well... why...

"Huh! Oh, my God!"

"No, no, this is the 'normal' spiciness of our restaurant, so it's incomprehensible to say that it's spicy at this level, hmm."

While complaining that it's spicy, Armadillon relishes the extremely spicy chicken.

Perhaps because it's his restaurant's food, Killian eats the bright red chicken with a calm face.

In the meantime, the only person who is rigid is... Delia.

"Delia!"

"Ya, Jiro..."

Delia is going to cry.

Was it so sad that it wasn't a cake?

Sure enough, if it's not cake, you might have to struggle, but if this happens, stick to it as much as you can.

...it's a shame to lose two games in a row.

"Oh, dear... but I'll do my best!"

Delia says with an about-to-cry look.

You can see the outpouring of anxiety on his face.

d*mn... I completely missed the reading.

"Yes, thank you for the meal!"

Delia, determined, bites into her bright red wings. …………… Then I coughed up all my hair.

"Oops! Oops!"

"Delia!? Are you okay?"

"... well... well... well... well... well... well...

Large drops of tears fall from Delia's eyes.

`Mee......it's spicy.........it's very spicy......'

curl up into a small ball and weep like a little girl

Maybe Delia.........

"Oh... I'm unlucky,"

Marsha sighed as she dipped in the tank.

"Delia-chan, I can't eat spicy food at all right. I'm going to cry just because I'm a little nervous."

"...so much?"

"Daikon radish is too spicy to eat."

...... a child's tongue!?

Come to think of it, Magda and I were having a hard time when we had curry...

Was there a threat to curry... it wasn't a characteristic of the Beast race, it was just because Magda and Delia didn't like spicy food with their children's tongues...

"Ya, Jiro..."

I can hear Delia's voice in tears.

Give up declaration?

I don't know what to do in this situation, but... two losses...

"Oh dear... I'll do my best!"

"...what?"

I looked up and saw Delia.

Her big eyes, wet with tears, are shaking with fear.

However, he tries hard to inspire himself and carries his bright red wings to his mouth.

"Yasilo believed in me! I want to reward you!"

He bites and screams at the hot chicken.

Tears and sweat burst out at once.

I can't. I can't feed you any more.

I lost two games, but... I didn't give you two wins.

If the 40th leg wins here, the whole leg will be tied for one win. Then we still have a chance to make a comeback.

though…

"Huh! It's so spicy!"

"HuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhThe super spicy chicken manager was pooping and starting to insure against losing Armadillon, who kept eating like a fool. I guess I entered here because I was strong in spiciness, but I ate too much. If other players hadn't been able to eat it with spiciness, he might have won...

The 41st leg will win this time.

......they won two games.

It's not good... It's not good...

What didn't work?

How did this happen?

That's right. It's me.

Because I didn't do research properly...I decided on my own that the food of the Forty Ward was a cake... ...not even asking Imelda or Umaro.

I didn't even go there.

Curry wasn't the time to be excited about it......

What are you doing, me?

Like this... elementary mistake... ...lose?

"I'll lose!"

When I suddenly came to myself, there was loud cheers flying from the stands.

"You guys! Speak more!"

"Now! We cheer for Delia, who is fighting bravely while crying!"

Norma and Loretta led the way, with the stands united to cheer Delia.

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"Gambare!" "Gambare!" to Delia.

With such cheers, Delia nibbles at the spicy chicken with a desperate look.

I dyed my mouth red, my eyes red with tears...

Such a figure strikes the hearts of the audience, and cheers are filled with enthusiasm.

"Gambare!" "Gambare!" "Gambare!" and...

......you've worked hard enough already, haven't you?

"Deliah! That's enough!"

I was screaming in spite of myself.

"You don't have to eat any more!"

The auditorium becomes quiet.

Delia stops her hand, looks up, and looks at me with a tearful face.

"And, but......."

"It's all right! It's all right!"

It's better to get to the bottom than to try badly.

This kind of mistake can be avoided.

We'll have a menu that works for us, and we'll have an advantage... well, we'll have a player's favorite food, or we'll have a level of food like the first curry that only Regina can eat...

Anyway, you don't have to eat any more.

Delia, that's enough. Don't do it anymore...

"I'll do something about it! I'll do something about it! So don't eat anymore!"

This is all my mistake.

I was so excited, my... ...that I couldn't do it.

"...I'm sorry, Delia,"

Unfortunately, there was nothing but a sound of mosquitoes.

Still, Delia's ears were twitching, and I think the words arrived.

I feel weak from Delia's shoulder... the chicken falls on the plate.

"………………………… … … … … … … … now … …"

Delia muttered in a dry voice.

The voice was faintly trembling.

"...sorry, boys... ...I'm so stingy...!"

Choking from frustration, tears well up again.

He bit his back teeth hard and held back... but still began to weep.

I'm the one who brought this situation to light.

...it's my fault.

"I am to blame!"

I raise my voice to the auditorium.

No one here can blame Delia.

"So if you have complaints, tell me! No one else, just tell me!"

The food in the 40th leg must be a luxury cake, right?

Why don't you go out of your way to bring an already famous specialty to an event like this?

You'll find out if you think about it.

There's such a big place to advertise. Now I'm a minor, but I'm sure I'll come to advertise something like that that! Well, I'd have done that!

They think what they think, they think what you think. I was forgetting such an obvious thing. 　

I can't save you. I'm a devastating idiot.

You deserve to be blamed...

"I blame you, Barka!"

It was a gentle abuse thrown from the stands...

`Is there anything in the game?'

`Why don't you win one after another!'

"If you say responsibility, win next time!"

Such abuse... is getting more and more infected...

"Delier! Good job!"

"Yes!"

"Come home proudly!"

Smiles are blooming here and there.

... these guys... are you stupid?

Stupidly.........he's always good‐natured.

--crumble, clank!

For the next forty minutes Delia did not eat a single bite of chicken as I had been told, and the result of the Forty-Second Division was two plates.

He won the championship with 72 plates in the 41st leg, and 56 plates in the 40th leg.

With this, the 41st leg won two games. The championship was crowned with successful.

On the other hand, we have to win the remaining two games.

I got the right to choose the next dish, but... how do I attack you...?

"Yasilo... Everyone..."

With unsteady steps, Delia returns.

"Heh... I lost."

"Nice fighting, Delia!"

Loretta leaps at Delia with a smile on her face.Loretta knows best how painful and frustrating she is to lose.

You must have wanted to encourage him in his own way.

"That courage to stay there till the end." I think it's worthy of praise."

It must have been quite painful to stay on stage without being able to eat.

Still, Delia did not run away, but remained there to the end.

I've had a hard time of it.

"Will you all listen?"

Delia says, with red eyes still scarred by tears.

straight up one's spine, with a sharp look on one's face.

To be honest, I'm very frustrated. If it had been a pity, I'd have been crying for three days and three nights. ...but I won't cry again. I'm so frustrated! I'm so frustrated! I'll never cry!"

Delia says with a clear face, clasping Loretta around her waist and grabbing Marsha's anxious hand.

"You're all a team. I'm sure someone will take back the loss. Jillo will make it so. right?"

Everyone's eyes are on me.

Delia is staring straight at me.

"Oh, I promise you..."

What's the frog? What's the "Judgment of the Spirit?"

I'll tell you for sure!

"I! No, we will definitely win the 42nd leg! Never!"

The audience cheered as he raised his voice uncharacteristically.

The countless eyes that stared at me softened.

"Yes, I'll do my best to help you."

Jeanette walks forward to me.

Estella comes next to us and weeps with her usual dumbfounded face.

"I can't back down any longer. Hmm... it's getting unusually hot."

Magda clenches the hem of my clothes.

"...Magda will definitely win. I'll give a win to Jiro."

Behind his deep sea-like quiet eyes was a flame of fighting spirit.

"Mr. Jiro,"

"Imelda..."

Imelda walks in front of me with a serious look on her face.

"I have something to tell you,"

He brought me this information in a dignified voice.

"The Forty Ward menu is very spicy chicken."

"That information is too late!"

The game is over!?

"Oh, no! Stylish Zenovius was so persistent that he ran away with it! But I was in a hurry to tell him...!"

Oh my gosh...

If we had gone to the rescue of Imelda first, everything might have gone well.

...no, that spicy chicken won't even eat magda.

"I don't think there would have been much of a morbid womalo in DoM..."

"I was cursed all of a sudden!"

In the end, there was no one in the 42nd leg who was against that Armadillon.

d*mn... I can't believe there are so many troublesome people in the 41st leg... ...that it was a mistake to win easily because of Bertina and Magda.

"But I'll do something about it." I'll definitely do something about it... ...even if."

Yes, even if...

`Even though it might kill him!'

"You've been sacrificed, Oira!"

"... Magda, I won't forget her."

"No, I'm happy! I'm happy, but... Oh, no! I can't complain that the happy one wins!"

Umaro...?

Putting magda in first, we'll win the game.

But the last thing I want to do is leave a womalo .........

"I can't help it. Let me drive you a little for the victory of the Forty-second leg."

"What are you going to do?"

Estella smiles invincibly.

"If you lose, I'll ban you from entering the Yangtari-tei for a month!"

"Oh!? If that happens, I'm going to die!"

"Oh, then! Why don't you ban magda more directly?"

Paula's remark stiffens Umaro.

Neferries will join one after another.

"Not only will it go down to zero, but if it goes down to minus, we may be able to drive you even more." For example... if you lose, Magda will say 'I don't like you.'"

"No, stop it! My heart is breaking just by imagining it!"

"Then shall we marry Mr. Magda?"

"Na, Natalia!? Don't say too many things!"

Umaro is talking squarely with the beautiful women. He seems to be under considerable pressure.

"There's nothing to be impatient about," If you win, if you win."

"Well, it's easy to say, but I don't think things go so well!"

"... Womaro.

Magda clasped her hands against her cheeks.

stare at a woman in an imploring pose

"... win."

"AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhUh-huh... surely Umaro's Magda Power is amazing, but... can we really win with this...?

"Mr. Marsha!"

We hear a shrill, high-pitched voice and look back at it all at once.

"Good news, Marsha!"

Gustave, a shrill, overeating fish, broke into the 42nd leg again.

"Oh, my God, he's coming again. You'll be half killed by Medra-Mama, won't you?"

a terrifying remark by Marsha But I'm afraid I can't say it's impossible.

Nevertheless, Gustave speaks to Marsha happily, feeling a little elated.

"I've decided to play in the fourth game tomorrow!"

``--'?"'

"So, please come and watch me again tomorrow! Let's see my male figure!"

The floating gustave may not have noticed.

It is said that important secrets of our army have been leaked to us.

...but that information... ...I didn't want to hear it.

No, it would have been worse if I hadn't heard it... ...but now that I've heard it, I can't help but take measures.

"Gustave! You're bothering Atashi's darling again! I'll blow you away!"

"Hee!? Mommy!? No! I'm just saying to the beautiful Marsha..."

"Come back! I don't know if you bother Atashi's darling, and Atsushi's own darling, who is looking at Atsushi passionately over there!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, mommy!"

Medra comes back and grabs Gustave by the collar and drags him back into the 41st leg.

As he left, he threw me a wink that seemed to blow me a blue Basho fan, and Medra.

...and a great deal of damage to reputation.

"... Gustave is the next one."

Magda purr.

Loretta, Paula and others who work on food courts have often heard rumors of Gustave, some of whom may have witnessed it in person.

The obstinate expression on his face seems to indicate his overeating.

The load may be too heavy for a woman.

Sure enough, I'm going to hit Magda here... ...but what about the fifth round?

So, umaro? With no other options?

This, indeed, seems to be weak under pressure...

"Warmaro in full bloom".

"So why are you saying bad things without warning, Mr. Jiro?"

Are you going to entrust everything to ...?

But, if it were to be decided in the fourth round by sparing Magda."

--Column. a caran

The church bell rings.

This is the end of the first day of the cannibal contest.

Those who remain in the 41st wards and those who go back to their own wards.

Even if I stand here and think about it, I don't think I'll get an answer. . . . . . .

"Mr. Jiro,"

Jeanette approaches me gently, as I was contemplating.

"Shall we go home?"

"Well... oh, yes,"

If you go back to Yodamari-tei, you may have a good idea... ...Yodamari-tei...

In my mind, I can see the familiar sight of Yodamari-tei.

Even though I'm only away from home all day today, I still miss the scene in my memory.

Oh... I want to go home soon. In that place.........

When I closed my eyelids, I was standing in front of the sun-dormouse, and when I opened the door, the usual sight and smell spread out."

...Yodomari-tei......I hope so.

......what?

What is it?

I think I'll remember... ...Yodamari-tei...

"Mr. Ottoman?"

Milly's voice brings me back to consciousness.

"...are you all right? Are you tired?"

"Oh... no. It's all right. Give me a thought."

"Ah... I'm sorry... Milly, I interrupted you, I suppose?"

"It's all right. I have to go home soon."

"Well, let's go home after a little wave of people subsides. At the Yodamari-tei."

Magda and Loretta nod in Jeanette's words.

Jeanette was there, Magda and Loretta were there, and Estella was watching them from a distance...

Milly to Norma, Paula to Neferry, Delia and Marsha, Natalia and Imelda... even Regina...

What is it?

Something is stuck.

Take them all back to the Yodamari-tei, and you'll find a breakthrough."I feel like... I feel something close to conviction...

I'm dealing with the glutinous fish, Gustave . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

...rely on?

"Hey, Mr. Jillo,"

Marsha beckons me.

As I approached him, he leaned out of the aquarium and whispered to me.

"Dellia," We'll have you stay with us today. Even if you insist, you'll find it a bit hard."

"Oh, that will help me,"

"Yeah. You've become very honest lately, haven't you?"

"Am I honest?"

"In front of you, there's a wall somewhere. Take a step back. Didn't you release the atmosphere like 'I'm with you, but I'm different from you?' I'm glad that it's gone and I'm talking more easily."

...... a wall.

............not like you guys......

"Well..."

I forgot the basics."What......this simple thing!"

When I realized it, everything that had been stuck on me until a while ago came to a clean end. The blurred outline was clear and I was able to grasp the answers I couldn't grasp.

Yodamari-tei... I knew there was an answer there.

The fourth round was good for tomorrow.

...I wouldn't have made it today.

"Well, Magda,"

"...what?"

"As far as you know, tell me,"

As Magda nods, I ask a question.

"Is there any man in the Hunting Guild who eats more than the Gustave?"

Magda thought it through... and answered it once and for all.

"...as far as Magda knows, it doesn't exist."

"... I see,"

Hey, my mouth is smirking.

"I see... ...that's all right."

Then we still have a chance.

You have a chance to win the championship!

I will stay there and look around at those who stare at me, declare with absolute confidence and leeway.

"I'm going to play the fourth game tomorrow!"

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