Chapter 192: 192 Tan 20 at a later date

"Ah......wocky........."

Looking up at the carriage parked in front of Yodamari-tei, Milly is opening her mouth wide.

It's a beautiful circle that makes you want to throw in popcorn.

After finishing the donation to the church, a horse-drawn carriage arrived while we were having a meeting on how to operate today.

Lucia sent me a gorgeous six-seater carriage, towed by two well-haired horses.

Gold is used on the body of the vehicle to a degree that does not make it unpleasant, and it gives a sense of elegance and dignity.

Lord, I wish you'd ride in such a carriage.

"Rich people are amazing~"

"Is that a guess at me?"

Estella, the poor lord of the 42 wards, is twitching his temples.

You must be envious.

At Estella's, after all, there were only horses with such names as "Petan of Poor Milk" and so on.

You'll be envious of it.

"...Magda likes Estella's carriage better."

"Magda! What a cute thing you say!"

Estella hugs Magda and rubs her cheek with emotion.

Magda gently distanced herself reluctantly.

Their relationship will never change, will it? This subtle gulf...

"... Estella's carriage is a four-seater, and when Jiro, the manager, Estella, and Loretta get in, Magda inevitably sits on Jiro's lap."

"My thighs are going to scream in a long time."

"Then you'll have me in your arms,"

"No, that's not the case..."

Are you sure you're going to ride on your lap?

"...there will be Milly on the manager's lap."

"What!? Are you in there, too?"

"...I'd be glad to be with Magda?"

"Oh, mi, mi, too!? So don't make me poke my ears! I'm happy!"

"Then Milly is on the manager's knee or on the breast,"

"You can't do it over the milk!? ...what are you going to make me say?"

"... confession, Jiro."

"It's you!"

"...no, in the usual stream,"

Don't make such a trend.

Well, I can't deny that I'm always made to confess.

`Then I'll sit on your brother's lap!'

"Then I don't understand the meaning, Loretta,"

Magda and Milly, let alone, will surely make your legs numb and unable to walk by the time you get to your destination. You're putting your feet out of the way you were born.

"…to be fair, then." In Magda, Milly, and Loretta, they go round and round on the manager's lap."

"What, that restless train-car..."

`Are you going to sit on your knees, too?'

"... look at Jillo's expectant eyes."

"Pick!"

"I don't, those eyes!"

Millie shrinks back a little.

I don't know what it is... If you don't shut them up, I think you'll get a lot of strange rumors.

"Well... ...mily, if it's heavy... ...you're sorry, aren't I?"

"Wait, Milly," For the time being, I haven't made any plans to go out yet."

Why do you decide the seating order first?

It'll be all right if we decide more.

"...by the way." What's the point of sitting on your lap, and not being able to touch me at all right?

"...it's better to have cushioning properties."

"Yes, cushion! It's pretty puffy!"

"... one more time in front of the manager."

"I don't think it's this far.

"Well, don't point to my chest, Mr. Estella!"

"...hard sheets are painful..."

"What a pretty thing to say, Magdad!"

In a matter of minutes the opinion was reversed.

"Good morning!"

Wendy came in with a strange greeting.

The sight of the carriage stunned me.

"Oh, is this -- this carriage?"

"Oh! It's pretty good, isn't it?"

"I can't believe it's quite... ...the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

Javier's gorgeousness seems to be on top of this.

But I can't say I've never seen it. Anyway, I'm going to ride this one now on.

...don't take your shoes off. Can I put my shoes on?

"Is it really all right for me to ride in this carriage?"

said Wendy with a large brim cap over her eyes.

Rather than being reserved, I'm half frightened.

"To sit in the carriage of the lord of the thirty-five wards with the lord of the forty-two wards... and to the hero... I am afraid."

Hey! Don't include me as such a funny member.

Even if you're a lord, you're still an estella.

Lucia's carriage is not here.

If you stay so nervous, you'll be exhausted before you reach the 35th leg.

Wendy clumped together. It's so breathless to watch.

Which one? Let me relax.

"Wendy,"

"Yes, sir. What is it, hero?"

"Lords are warm at heart. The one who has the most voice is the manager of Yodamari-tei."

"What!? Why me?"

"Oh, indeed," I can't go against Jeanette.""Don't do that, Mr. Estella!"

Jeanette is upset by Estella's remark, who is riding on me like this.

In addition, a bunch of witty people follow suit.

"... the manager's earnestness surpasses that of the hunting guild."

"I'm scared when I get angry. Our yancha kids don't just go against the manager."

"Oh, that's... oh, that's enough! Everyone, stop it!"

Jeanette's embarrassed face stimulates everyone's "sickness" and evokes the urge to "wow, I want to bully you!"

Jeanette is teased by everyone and turns red.

"Oh! It's Jiro's fault."

Jeanette glares at me with a puffy cheek.

It's only recently that I've come to say this.

This has changed a lot before and after the big eatery.

Well, it's partly because I made you feel uneasy... ...but I think this kind of change in Jeanette is a good trend.

Above all, it's kind of cute.

"Before you get angry... look at it."

"...what?"

I'll guide Jeanette's cute eyebrows with my fingers.

Wendy covered her mouth with laughter at the tip of my finger.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Manager... ...huh... ...I can't stand it... ...huh."

The irresistible smile turned Wendy's ears red and softened the air.

"Oh, no. Well, if you're relieved of Wendy's tension, that's all right."

Rather than being laughed at, I am pleased that Wendy's heart has become lighter. That's the sort of guy Jeanette is.

Jeanette smiles warmly at Wendy, who laughs amusingly.

What? It's just my strategy, right?

I'm afraid I'll get one of the rewards later... when Jeanette suddenly turns to me.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, albeit with a smile on their face.

"But Mr. Jiro will be sent to prison later."

Huh? Why?

I did something nice!?

"Be prepared,"

say such a thing with a gentle smile

Again, Jeanette has changed a little.

I'm sure it's a delight.

Well, I can't help it.

Are you prepared for it?

I'm interested in what kind of punishment Jeanette will prepare.

"Well, shall we go now?"

"Yes. Is it okay to have a random seating order of seats.

"Yes, yes. I don't care where I am."

"Mily, that's all right,"

Estella gets in first and puts Wendy and Milly in the carriage first, who are still a little nervous.

I'm the last person to get on and close the door.

"Well, I'd like to go to Yodamari-tei, please."

"...leave it to me,"

`We're invincible with both of us!'

"Mr. Delia and Mr. Womaro will come and help us later."

"... well. I'll work hard."

"I'll show you my seniority!"

"No... not really..."

Magda and Loretta are determined to keep their shop in good spirits, perhaps because they promised an excursion last night. be full of motivation

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If Magda gives instructions, Delia and Umaro will also function properly.

You can leave the shop to me.

Jeanette is a little bewildered, though.

It's all right. Delia doesn't care about details, and she's forgiven for anything she does. It's the absolute rule that I've made.

He shoved a slightly pulled Ginett into the carriage and finally turned to Magda and Loretta.

"They both asked,"

"... I was asked,"

`Leave it to me!'

put one's hand on each of the two heads standing side by side

At the same time, caressing her, Magda squinted contently, and Loretta was black and white to see if she was used to it.

"Well, I'll be back.

"Oh, my God!"

Loretta shouted as she turned around to get into the carriage.

When I looked straight, Loretta was somewhat hesitant.

make a gesture of hesitation while calling someone off

"...and as much as possible, that..."

He looks down shyly and asks me this way with his eyes up.

"...I hope you'll come back as soon as possible."

It's a modest and honest appeal that's unusual for Loretta.

This is a destructive force that could have stopped going to 35 wards if it was shown to Jeanette.

I'll turn to the Lorettas again and stroke them on the head with a stronger hand.

"I'll do my best."

"Yes......thank you."

"...huhhhuh!"

Seeing their bright smiles, I got into the carriage.

"It's your father, no longer."

"Stop it. It's not worth it yet."

Such a big boy is too much for me.

Estella signals the coachman and the carriage slowly begins to move.

They say the coachman belongs to Lucia. I'd like to ask you to drive safely, wouldn't you?

In the carriage that started to move, I looked at the faces of the members heading to 35 wards again.

Jeanette looks a little nervous but calm. She seemed to have enough time to be considerate of the people around her, talking to Wendy and Milly, who were very nervous.

Estella gazes at such Jeanette with a calm look. They seem to be trying to relieve the tension in the car by following and smiling at times.Wendy remained nervous at the sudden call. I don't know if it's from Lucia's call, or from fear that Lucia might give me a pucker... well, the former.

And Milly looks a mixture of tension and expectation. The excitement of going to the flower garden and the tension over the fact that it was the lord of the 35 wards who invited me seem to be swirling. He looks happy and about to cry.

The seats are located on the window side facing the direction of travel. Next to that is me.

Wendy to the opposite window. Milly in the middle. And there's a ginette on the front door.

"Estella".

Speak to Estella, who looks the most calm of all.

approach and whisper gently to one's ears

"...are you all right?"

Estella has a relatively weak mentality. Being aware of the weakness, it was difficult to decide to become a lord.

I'm afraid he's pushing himself too hard and making himself calm because he's nervous and easy to understand. I thought so.

Looking into her face, Estella rolled her eyes and looked a little surprised.

"I'm surprised,"

Having said that, Estella lifted her lips and smiled somewhat viciously.

"When did you become such a kind man?"

I guess you're making a long way of saying that you don't have to worry about it's all over the place.

Come on! I'll always be nice.

"I'm nervous. But I'm not afraid."

clench one's fist and bang it against my chest

"I'm not alone,"

The parts of the fist are slightly warm.

It's clear that I'm being relied on.

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"But,"

I lift my back gently, and Estella puts her lips close to my ear.

and in a whispering voice--

"Thank you,"

muttered he.

... well, my ears are itching.

Estella glared at her to appeal and was greeted with a smile of smirk and humour.

What makes you so happy?

There seems to be nothing to worry about for now.

"Mr. Jiro,"

After a conversation with Estella that I couldn't even call a secret conversation, Jeanette looked up at me from across the street. He looks a little anxious.

"Are you all right?"

Oh, I see.

Will Jeanette notice?

The truth is that I'm nervous too.

I spoke to Estella because I thought it would be a little less stressful if she were worried about others... maybe Jeanette is the one who keeps her mind at rest. I have a good view of the people around me.

"To be honest with you, I don't have a clue what the call is about. Perhaps he intended to have a man called a "subspecies" meet him."

Otherwise, Lucia wouldn't bother to create this kind of opportunity.

Our purpose -- knowing of Theron and Wendy's wedding, Lucia called us.

"There's someone I'd like you to meet."

The man must have something to do with the marriage between the insect race and the human race.

Well, I can almost imagine...

Perhaps he married a human being... maybe he did... maybe he was an insect race.

What kind of things can you face with that person... if you say you're not worried, it's a lie.

Lucia described what I was trying to do as ego.

Still, I want you to meet me who tries to stick to my ego. Are you going to stop me, or are you going to back me... or are you going to send me a task that is too heavy for me to bear?"

It was a relatively light start, but... it seems like I've got my feet into the hassle of how this all-bloom works.

You've taken Assund's advice, haven't you?

"I'll tell you what I really mean???????

I'm honest and honest with the members who are there.

"I don't think we can do anything about the sense of discrimination and the strained friction between races that live in this city. No, I'm more convinced that I can never do it. What we can do is known."

There's no way I can manage that deep‐rooted feeling in a few days or so.

It's impossible even in Japan.

Other people's.........but for me coming from somewhere else, it's too heavy a load is too heavy.

... no, look. Because when I describe myself as 'an outsider,' many different people look sensitive... Jeanette looks like she's going to cry. That's why I weighed myself.

That's why it's impossible to overturn the city's hundreds of years of history when I've done my best to help myself, perhaps I'm no longer a stranger.

But I'm losing my place... It's disgusting to just leave it alone.

"So I'll take it to the point where it's "somewhat better now."

I'm sure there won't be any sense of discrimination.

They will continue to smolder into the depths of their hearts, even as generations change.

Being a human being, it's inevitable.

In this city where there are nobles and royals, no wonder.

However, it might be possible to turn a person into a 'bullshit' because of that sense of discrimination.

As a different race, I think we can bring it to a point where we can enjoy it together, even if we don't understand everything.

"You're a XX race, so you don't get along well!" is all about making them feel like they can't throw up because they say.

Don't be silly, let's have fun together.

Rather than creating that kind of atmosphere... I think we can do it.

"Still????????"

Straighten up, look straight at me, Jeanette says in a clear voice.

"If that would give us even a little more people than we do now, I think it would be wonderful."

Separate the words and put them into words clearly.

There was still not a strong sense of stability of confidence, but... the words uttered sounded as dignified as if they had come from Bertina's mouth.

"Let's do what we can do. with all one's might."

My hand rests on my shoulder.

Estella's hands felt a little warm. He may be getting excited and feverish.

"Ah... oh... if... if there's anything I can do for you..."

A very modest collaborator is staring hard at me.

Well, I'm sure I'll be able to get help from Milly."I'll count on you,"

`Oh, wow!'

Next to Milly's shy smile, Wendy looked a little tearful again.

with a happy... quiet... with a slight smile

"Keep it together, Wendy,"

It's like you're completely involved, but... you guys were the first ones to begin with.

"If your wedding succeeds, the city will be filled with smiles. I don't have time to cry."

"...yes,"

nod softly and wipe the corners of one's eyes with one's thin fingers

and, in a firm tone, Wendy says.

"I'll do my best."

Wendy probably doesn't know what to do.

But that feeling is important.

What should I do best? You can find it one after another.

The enemy is an invisible nuisance.

That's why...

"Oh... what? Is there something wrong with my face?"

"No,"

I've got to remember that I've got friends to stay with and work hard with.

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