Chapter 162: 162 Episode 141: Where to go

It was not long after our antics had subsided that something unusual happened.

"You're losing in the end..."

That little... and yet I heard a clear voice, and the voices of dissatisfaction began to leak from the seats in the 41st district.

"What's going on!"

"Keep it together, Hunting Guild!"

"Why don't you leave everything to me!"

`We've been taken to the shop!'

"It's a hoax!"

"That's the ruin of the 41st leg!"

"What are you going to do, lord?"

It was as if the accumulated indignation had exploded. The hall is filled with rantings.

ruthlessly hurling abuse at the stage and the hunting guilds and Ricardo in front of them.

"I've left it to you, and it's a mess!"

That remark told us about the system of the 41 wards.

Ricardo managed to manage the 41st leg with his strong traction, mainly in the hunting guild.

Therefore, the relationship with the hunting guild only became stronger, and the people of the other domain were still dissatisfied with it, although they had shown some understanding of it.

Until now, the economy had barely turned, benefiting from hunting guilds.

Despite my poor experience, Ricardo's management had managed to keep spinning.

But it stopped visibly for the first time.

The relationship, which had managed to hold out in a delicate balance, collapsed without a trace.

Even though that was the only way to do it, the people of the domain who had been despised, put off, and left unattended can say, "Look, I'm not going to say it!"

The smoldering discontent exploded here, helped by the group.

"I don't know! You guys should take responsibility!"

"Yes! Make up for the damage we suffer with the lord and the hunting guild!"

"Yes!"

Shoes and garbage are thrown into the hall.

`You must resign your lord!'

The atmosphere in the hall is immediately strained by someone's irresponsible remarks.

The hunting guilds cut off quietly.

"Dissolve the Hunting Guild!"

The people of the domain, who have only vented their anger, just spit out dirty words.

Medra moves and stands in a position to protect Ricardo.

Then he barks at the stands.

"If you have any complaints, say your name first!"

A loud thunderbolt pauses for a moment in the audience.

"Don't hide behind the crowd and bark! Atashi and others don't run away or hide! There's nothing to blame! Let's have a fair and honest discussion!"

Medora glares at the stands with her hands on her hips.

The sides are lined with hunting guilds.

Alvaro for Gustave, Isaac for Drino, Webro. There are others who seem to be strong-arm, glaring at the stands.

"Oh... oh! Is it violence after all?"

"...what?"

Medra reacts to an unidentified remark from somewhere. There is a blue streak on my forehead.

"Oh, that's how you intimidate and threaten me! You've stifled our opinions!"

"Oh, yes! What you've done is a threat!"

"It's tyranny!"

"You dictator!"

Medra's muscles swell up a bit.

"...let me tell you...."

That's not good.

If Medra continues to rampage, the audience will be killed instantly.

It is no wonder that the population of the 41 wards has halved today alone.

The hunting guilds, which normally have to be stopped, are even cut off more than Medra.

No, the guy in the hunting guild was usually cut off and the medora stopped.

It suits me better considering Medra's personality. Medra, for better or for worse, considers herself different from others.

That's why I don't get upset or angry about something. However, on the other hand, when angry, they don't listen to what the other person says. I tend to overlook my faults.

A man loyal to his justice loses his grip when it goes to destruction.

"If you have any complaints, come forward one by one! Atashi will take care of you!"

That's a threat, Medra.

Your partner is impossible for mankind.

When I looked at Estella, she was frozen with expression.

I can't keep up with the situation and I'm caught up in the atmosphere of the place.

Estella's eyes look at me.

I don't know what to do with my eyes that are about to cry.

It's hard for you to have such a savage atmosphere...

"Oh, in the first place! Wasn't that a foul?"

Somebody in the 41st leg says such a thing.

He was frightened by Medra and turned his back on her.

The contestant and the person in charge were convinced, but in a simple word they trampled on the settlement.

"Yes! Oh, the foul of the 42nd leg!"

"Good! Say more!"

"It's a foul!"

a change of focus and a resurgence of anger from the 41st leg

"Wait a minute! The last game was agreed upon by both parties..."

"We're not convinced!"

"But wouldn't you have said this if you had won?"

"Noisy! If it's invalid, it's invalid! Do it again."

"No, if it's invalid, it's warm! You're out of the foul!"

"Then the forty-first leg will win, won't it?

"All right! We won!"cut one's own horn

Then, they get excited on its own way.

It would be a nerve to shout for victory in the brain and create established facts.

Estella runs out and appeals hard.

"Wait a minute! Why don't you listen to me?"

"Shut up, coward!"

"Can you listen to the foul guys?"

Hmm... a coward, you know.

"Why don't you cut it?"

The Medra's rant flies.

I feel like I've been beaten a Japanese drum in my ear.

"The previous game was played with mutual understanding and fair play! No one can accuse you of anything! They are both guilds! The person in charge will ensure you didn't cheat!"

"Then the Hunting Guild will lose!"

"...what?"

Estella frowns at the excessive abuse.

"Yes! Forty-two, forty-one, and the Hunting Guild were all beaten by fouls!"

"Then we won!"

`Listen to us all, Temae!'

"Then surrender the lord's house! You don't live in such a large house, incompetent!"

"Let's sack all the hunting guilds, and make a new one for us!"

"Wow! That's great! I got on!"

"I don't deserve to complain to a loser who loses a foul!"

……………………………… Really

But......that's just as I expected......

Estella's intentions, too. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

As I was thinking about it, Estella looked back on me.

I can't make head or tail of what they're saying. He looked like that and asked me... for help.

I couldn't help but smile.

look around

Jeanette watched the development of things with a troubled look.

When I realize what I'm looking at, he looks at me with eyes that are about to burst into tears.

On the other side are... the others.

They were all looking at me as if it were some sort of habit...

He looked at me with a troubled face and said he didn't know what to do...

Those myriad glances were telling me to do something about it.

Oh, that's all right.

This is my job.

"Oh..."

As I stepped forward, Jeanette uttered a brief voice.

He bent his right hand and looked as if he was trying to grab me, but he couldn't do it and stopped halfway.

pull one's lips together with a tearful face

That's all right with you.

You don't have to say anything.

Well, leave it to me...

I'll do it. Jiro Theatre... On stage.

"Hey! He's coming out! He's a foul!"

"How dare you come out!"

"Hey, Temae! You did something cowardly in the fourth round!? You know, this way!"

Ignoring all the idiots' voices that are hurled at me, I tell Estella and Medra.

"Bring them all down." Open it wide."

"... Darling, what are you going to do?"

"All right... do as you say."

not answer a question

It's no longer your business.

No one but me is allowed to enter from here.

The special guests... ...well...

"Ricardo, you stay here."

「…………」

With his back to the audience, Ricardo remained silent.

The strained expression could not tell whether it was anger or bewilderment.

Estella and hunting guilds go far and create a lot of space.

Standing in the middle of it, I stood up for the spectators in the 41st district who kept shouting abuse.

Just shut up and ignore the futile noise. Unmeaningful distractions are not even worth listening to.

Enough... twenty minutes... ...I was going to do it for ten hours... ...but surprisingly early, the noise in the seats stopped ringing.

There were no idiots who jumped into the air in excessively.

What are you guys?

You're quite well behaved, aren't you?

"Hey, green there."

"What, oh, me?"

"Oh, yes," Have you seen each other several times?"

"Oh, no..."

"You said, 'Victory doesn't suit a coward,' didn't you?"

"Oh, I... I told you, I wonder..."

While the idiots were making a fuss, I looked into each eye in turn.

stare back into the eyes of the person who is speaking.

Then, from one of the crowd, it feels like it's been pulled back to the individual.

The words he spouted out gradually fade into thin air and become crumbling dragonflies.

They're speechless just by saying, 'I'm watching you properly.'

They've been stripped of their anonymity in the pack, and they're the losers who can only wind up in the back alleys that smell like sweepstakes.You don't have to be afraid of them when they flock together.

Then they make a show from the group.

point one's finger and talk with a brush

The man I just caught was a green chameleon.

"Didn't you say it?"

"No... Oh, remember, you know... Heh, wait, be excited..."

"...I see. 'Don't you remember whether you said anything?'"

As I asked, I stretched out my arms and pointed to the chameleon.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?"

A chameleon jumps back and falls heavily, involving those around him.

The Referee of the Spirit is the most powerful magic that frightens them.

"What do you think? Do you not remember whether you said anything?" Answer me.

"Why me!? Everyone said it!"

"Oh... I see," But you said 'you too,' didn't you?'

"I'm not alone!"

"I know... here's a fellow, I'll never let you go."

and he looked around slowly as if he were licking the whole thing...

"I'll listen to you in turn." -- by force."

The seats are noisy.

There was a clear sense of fear.

For some reason, sweet Ricardo has never cornered the people of his territory. This is evidenced by the fact that so many idiots misunderstand that whatever they say, they will be forgiveness.

give someone a good instruction

He who goes against me is going to suffer to the bitter end.

"Well, I'll be fair to you," It's troublesome to talk all at once... If yes, sit down. If you say no, stand up. All right, I'll ask you a question."

Make sure no one says anything, take it as a positive, and I ask the idiots in the 41st leg.

"Are you dissatisfied with the result of this game?"

If you're dissatisfied, sit down.

Even if you're not dissatisfied, stand up right now and leave the audience. It's better for your own good for you know.

"...they all say yes,"

As a result, no one stood up.

It's a natural result.

Under these circumstances, humans are forced to go along with their surroundings.

In the face of the strong, the weak unconsciously try to cooperate with each other. The more power you can't beat, the more power you have, the more power you try to resist.

Now these idiots are hampered by peer pressure.

If everyone says 'yes' and you're the only one who leaves here saying 'no', the target of the attack will be changed from that moment on.

Those who disturb harmony are apt to buy solid "jealousy" that cannot escape harmony.

That's why no one stands up. No one can express his opinion.

"Then we will all say yes and proceed..."

After going out of my way to declare, I point my finger at the audience. He is ready to judge spirits.

"Have you received an explanation from the lord? And I agree with this rule. So now I'm here... right?"

If anyone opposed the convention, the lord would have persuaded them.

What's more, the opponents will be excited about the final game.

The people here were in favor of the rules of this tournament.

At least... until the results of the game are out.

"To agree with the rules but to scrap them... is a fine 'lie' isn't it?"

Rumor...

I felt a slight breathtaking noise very loud and loud.

Those in the audience... those who are pointing their fingers at me... have pale faces.

"Why don't you... ...be frogs when you tell obvious lies?"

"Ah......wow!?"

Someone screams and runs for the exit.

The fear is contagious and the audience is filled with screams.

`Can you run away... 'Spirit'?'

"Wait a minute!"

It was Ricardo who stopped me.

"I apologize for the abuse the people of the domain made! It's all my fault! So that's all... forgive me!"

He grabs my arm with both hands, raises eyebrows, and begs me desperately.

The fear that had overshadowed the audience subsided and the air trembled.

The people of the domain are perplexed by the lord's behavior. Should I hate it or admire it?

"Please, I don't mind what you do... ...please!"

I see. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Well... ...this is special just this time.

"Isn't your head high, Ricardo?"

The atmosphere that had been relaxing re-stretched.

Ricardo also hates the pigeon's face as if it had been shot.

"How do you look? Did you think you'd be able to say nice words?"

"... oh, no...."

Shake open Ricardo's arms and grab Ricardo's hair violently.

"Oops!"

"Lord!"

When Ricardo gave a brief scream, a voice came from the audience as if they were worried.

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Hmm... It's too late.

"Don't you know the attitude when you ask someone to do something?"

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

"What?"

"……………… I understand."

Shaking off my hair grabbing hand, Ricardo kneels on the ground.

"Please... this is right,"

The people of the domain breathed at the sight.

As if you were looking at something unbelievable... all of them hate it with anxious eyes.

What are you pretending to be worried about... You guys made me do this, didn't you?"Ricardo... you really can't do it." I can't use it. I can't use it. I'm not cut out for it's not for me. A lord is not a vessel, you."

Ricardo's fingers sink into the ground.

"The Hunting Guild Policy, which failed to produce an alternative plan, failed to produce results, and was successfully defeated by half-hearted confidence and pride... Do you need it?"

"...what!"

I heard Ricardo grind his teeth.

When you turn to Ricardo, the audience comes behind you.

Even if I don't look behind me, I can clearly see how the guys there are looking at me.

I feel a great deal of murder.

"The winner of the tournament could give orders to the loser?"

It's the lord's business to give formal orders, though.

Well, I think we can do it by analogy.

If I were a lord, I would do this.

"You're fired from the lord."

Many people heard a gasp at once.

For a moment, there was a rasping tinnitus that made me wonder if the atmospheric pressure had changed.

Ricardo doesn't look up.

Looking down on Ricardo as much as I can, I begin to ruin him.

"Well, don't you think young people will be forgiven for everything? How many years have you been a lord? Did you make any difference? Oh, no... I wonder if this town has been a shit town since your father's time."

"Are you going to make fun of my father?"

I'll look down at Ricardo, who looks up.

intimidate someone by approaching him to the last minute

"You're making fun of me? I'll do it. What have you been doing, father? I don't know if you've been a feudal lord for decades, but... the result of your hard work is that dirty street, isn't it? It's just incompetence."

"...tame...huh!"

"No? Then I'll ask you, why was this venue built? How was the road in front of you maintained? Who is responsible for the bustle of the main street? It's all me?"

The 41 wards were reformed in accordance with my plan, using the connections I had built.

"It took me less than a year since I came to this city to make something that Taeme and his stupid parents and children couldn't do in decades! I guess not!"

It was made by carpenters from various districts, including the Tolbeck Works.

But I'm the one who made it was me who made it.

I made it for me.

"What about flood control? What about food self-sufficiency? What is the basis of the economy? Did you have any solution?" I did it. I'm the stranger! All in this short time!"

This remark may sound harsh to the people of the 42 wards.

When I looked at them, they all looked as if they were going to cry.

Don't look at me like that.

I look away from the 42nd leg and turn to the 41st leg.

These guys, too, had come to cooperate and have lively eyes when given a purpose. This neighborhood was very lively during the construction period.

Seeing the changing streets, the people of this city had hope for the future.

but there was a little bit of rancor stuck in my heart like a thorn that I couldn't get out of."

As long as they have them, they won't change.

They can only live an easy life without responsibility to do what they have been given.

They leave everything to the lords and the hunting guilds, and they don't even publicly object, but when they don't like the result, they change suddenly.

"That's what I've always thought," he says afterwards.

You can't get rid of this constitution with a little by little.

The only way to correct these people who can't see and see anything that works for them is to rob them of their place.

I'll fold it up.

"Ricardo, you're not cut out to be a lord, and you'd better be in charge of the 42nd leg of town gate work."

pronounce a lord to do manual labor

Did it offend you? . . . .

"You're kidding me!"

The people of the domain complained.

The people of the domain again shed their tusks on me, dismissing the repression of fear that I had given them.

"...who are you talking to?"

mutter quietly and as low as possible

"You don't forget, can I turn all of you into frogs?"

There is an air of dissatisfaction in the audience.

"You know the rules of this contest, don't you? The winning ward can be heard by the losing ward... ...if I were the lord... ...and I would make all of this ward 42 wards.

"What!"

The audience roared with Ricardo's voice.

"Tae, Temae... Their demand is to set up a street gate... and they won't complain about it..."

"Who said that? You just thought you did it on your own?"

"...what?"

look away from the stunned Ricardo

Just to show you that you're not worth caring about.

"Get out of here, all of you."

Surprise and angry shouts. A mixture of such things reverberate.

They're a noisy bunch.

"Why, if this is the 42nd leg, where are you going to live? You won't be in the 42nd leg." They can't act on their own volition, they don't take responsibility for anything, but they're so full-fledged that their voices only grow hoarse when they gather."

The noise is quieting down, perhaps because there is no sound.

Well, don't you?

"But if you're going to cry and kneel down..."

I'll grin and say it with the most wicked smile.

"You may keep it as a domestic animal?"It seems that the people of the domain were cut off by that remark.

"Taemae! Don't get carried away!"

"Somebody else! You're not intrusive!"

"What do you know from Taemae?"

"This is our city! Let's give it to Temae!"

"What a domestic animal, you fool me!"

"Be gone, you stranger!"

"Get out of this city!"

d*mn it!

Then try harder from the beginning... 'For this city I love.'

"Oh, you've got to be noisy."You guys should be frogs now."

stretch out one's arms and point to the audience

No matter how much you yell, this pose makes everyone pale and choke.

Especially those who are sometimes dark.

But...

Some guys are not.

For example... a guy who has something to protect.

"Oh, my God!"

Ricardo stood up and struck me a heavy blow in the jaw.

My brain shakes lightly and I fall to the ground.

Scratch......it hurts.........

"You're right! I can't refuse Taemae's words just because I misunderstood the rules of the tournament. It's just as you say that the city was dying because I was sweet and I was incompetent, but it's not so light as to leave it to Temae! This is my, our, home! It's an important place to save my life! Can you give it to Temae?"

Ricardo awoke.

If I hadn't said that earlier without dressing up, I wouldn't have been in this trouble.

Well... humans are more stupid creatures than I imagined.

If you don't tell me, I don't know anything.

I don't know what you said... It's such a convenient thing to say that you understand me just by showing how hard work.

Put it right, be it dirty or miserable, you have to reveal your true feelings... but people have to follow you.

"Me! This Ricardo Siegenterer breaks the promise of this tournament! No such tournament! No such tournament! No such contest! No such contest! No such contest! No such contest! No such contestant has ever told a lie! I am the only one who is telling a lie! If you make a frog, do it, do it, do it!"

...hew. It's hot, you're hot.

My back is itching to see it.

Don't look straight at me.

"Hey, devil there! What do you think of the lord of the manor!? I'll kill Temae!"

"I'll do it!"

"I don't know if you can touch it to your lord!"

All the cries that come out of the seats are from the bottom of my heart. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"...temae,"

Ricardo was exposing his stupid face to surprise.

"Are you protecting me?" I said, "Well, I'm not good at talking about the city or anything like that."

`That's all right!'

"That's why we followed you!"

"It has to be you!"

"He protected me a while ago!"

"Yes! Mr. Ricardo is the only lord of the 41st leg!"

"Tell the devil there, 'It's not the act of Taemae!'"

"...temae...huh...huh!

Ricardo chokes in tears.

It's really a gathering of simple idiots.

What you're saying is the opposite, isn't it?

How many times are you turning your hands around?

Well, if it hadn't happened, I would have lost my beating.

The more we have a common enemy, the more we hate it, the more we unite.

Sadly, the quick way to develop friendship is to curse someone you know...Those whose hostility is in the same direction are naturally hand in hand.

Be thankful... there aren't many such great villains.

"... well,"

get up to one's feet with one's aching

Suddenly, the 41 wards cast a murderous glance at me.

Hehe, that's a good thing.

"I am neither a lord nor acting lord. I'm just a facilitator."

I've got you all together with my service, and I'll give you a good time in the 42nd leg, too.

The official request from us will be notified directly by the acting lord at a later date.'

Don't you get what I say?

Then...

"Thou shalt look forward to your kindness, losers,"

I'll give you a big boost.

Once the ground in the 41st district is solidified, they will try to unite against the 42nd district.

However, what actually comes about is Estella's idea of a joint development plan.

It's a win‐win and meaningful plan.

I'm sure you'll miss the beat. We were going to fight it out, but we were presented with a proposal that included a lot of advantages for us.

That's where they think.

"Ah, this acting lord has silenced the devilish man."

This will also boost Estella's stock in the 41st leg.

They had a habit of looking down on them unconsciously, just because they were in the 42 wards.

They needed to knock it down once and build up a relationship again.

Otherwise, we can't cooperate. I can't build a good relationship.

If being disliked by me alone makes everything work...it's a good thing, isn't it?Finally, if the hated disappear from the city, everything will be all right."

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly Estella cried out.

Looking back... Estella was crying.

His eyes are red, his lips are biting, and his fist is tight.

"...I am pathetic,"

mutter, slowly... come to my side.

"Until this time... ...hidden... ...to you... ...this part..."

Stoop down, shiver, and say in a voice Estella squeezes out.

"Now... I've decided."

And...

"...for I won't let you carry me any more."

Look at me with strong willful eyes.

With a deep breath, Estella spoke to all the people in the hall.

"I'm... Estella Claremona! I'm acting lord of the Forty-two wards."

The air bubbles.

It's the 42 wards who are most surprised... ...no, I am.

Estella dissected herself.

in addition

"My father, the present lord, has been away from the administration for nearly two years because of illness."

speak in a steady voice

With a single determination in mind... ...hey!

"I don't think I'll be back again! So I'll use my authority on behalf of the lord, and I'll officially declare here now!"

With her arms outstretched, Estella declared in a clear voice.

"Today, as of this time, I, Estella Claremona, will be the lord of the Forty-two wards! My words are the words of all the people of the Forty-two wards! Listen with all your heart!"

Estella became the lord.

"Yasilo... what he said is not going to come true. I won't let you. I would like to build a relationship like this one where 40 wards, 41 wards, and 42 wards cooperate and benefit each other. I'm sure that if the three wards cooperate, life will be much easier, exciting, fun and wonderful!"

Estella wields her fists and delivers an impassioned speech.

For his first speech as a feudal lord, he must be doing his best.

"Mr. Ricardo, Mr. Demiliozi," Please cooperate."

"Well... we lost anyway, and the right to go against us..."

"Not really, Ricardo!"

Stomping, clenched, Estella approaches Ricardo.

Ricardo retired. Apparently, Estella's spirit overwhelmed me.

Like a fish in water, Estella conveys her vision to Ricardo and to those present.

"We need to build a relationship at a higher level, win or lose! We need to get rid of the silly jealousy and suspicion and connect to each other deeper level!"

"But that's not an overnight thing like that.

"You can do it! We moved a lot of people throughout this competition! All we have to do is keep doing it! You want to improve the city and improve the lives of your people!"

"Oh, of course,"

"Then we should stop quarreling, stop checking each other, and create a more friendly and meaningful relationship! Otherwise, it would be a waste!"

Ricardo is completely pressed against the folding Estella.

Diplomacy has improved, hasn't it? Your opinion will probably be fully accepted.

"We'll discuss the details again. "To brighten up the future."""

".........you've changed,"

"It's been changed... by a man who's... clumsy."

Estella's gaze turned to me... so I turned away and decided to leave.

I'd better not be here now.

"Yasilo..."

"If the lord says so, that's all my ambition."

raise one's hand and say frivolously

"Well, thank you very much for your kind lord, you losers,"

That's all right.

Now...

Slowly, I head for the exit.

If I go into that aisle, I'll be done with my work will be finished.

Do the rest for yourself. There's nothing I can do anymore.

I heard a patter of footsteps as I tried to step under the auditorium and into the aisle leading outside.

And then......he grabbed me by the hand.

It's small, a little cold... shivering hands... with force in their thin fingers.

Looking back...

"...."

There was Jeanette breathing on her shoulders.

He grabbed me by the hand as I was leaving the hall, stopped me... but I could not speak at all, and he just let out a trembling breath from his thin, open mouth... he stared at me with a tearful look on his face.

「…………」

「…………」

What... I wanted to talk to you, but... I couldn't speak to you because of my heart ached.

Just silently, we were staring at each other.

I'm sure I look as bad as I am today.

Hey, Jeanette...

For God's sake, don't look like that......

Otherwise...

I'll hesitate to leave you alone in this city.

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