Chapter 195: 195 Later Tan 23 Shiraha

go through a large gate and through a deserted garden

I wish I had kept the garden as clean as I had been if I had been confined to it for a long time.

Looking at Milly, she looked lonely looking at the quiet garden, perhaps thinking the same as me.

"Don't be too nervous."

Nikka takes the lead with harsh words only to me.

Pulling on an old wooden door, he is led into a flat house.

Don't take off your shoes, but go up into the hallway. The floor creaks.

In the quiet as if time had stopped, only the creaking of the floor could be heard.

I'm led into the back of the building and I stand in front of a large wooden door.

"This room is Mr. Shiraha's room."

Nikka glances at me and puts her hand on the door.

Beyond the slow open door, it was there.

an old woman who grows a large swan's wings from her back and shakes her antennae to eat."

"Ah... Lard is the best!"

Babaa, who was plump and plump, was apparently gulping down the juice of his gitto.

"Good work, Mr. Silaha..."

"No, no, no! You look happy!"

I was imagining a beautiful woman who got hurt and wept in a dark room... that's a disappointing thing!

"Well... you guys..."

I don't know if Shiraha is open or closed, but the eyes buried in her cheeks look this way. ...perhaps it's right for you. Judging from the angle of his face and neck, he should be turning this way.

After staring at us, Silaha opens his mouth by moving his fleshy cheeks, which seem to waste extra energy on opening and closing.

"Is it someone else?"

"No!"

Are you still going to eat, baby?

"...I won't give it to you,"

"I don't want it!"

Who wants that apparently bad oil juice for their liver?

"Who are you, Dazo?"

I suppose it was because I had to raise my voice. A man of the Aegean tribe who was waiting next to me came running toward me.

No, the Aegehans, I mean...

"Is it a tribe of larvae of the swan?"

"Who is the larva?"

His face was a 100% pure caterpillar.

In evidence of this, when he was angry, he stuck out a yellow, branched smell -- a sense of smell -- from near his nose.

The room smells like rotten oranges.

"Don't let out the bad horn, caterpillars!"

"Dazo of the Aege swan tribe! Dazo of the Aege swan tribe! Dazo of the Aege swan tribe will not accept it if you treat him like

No, no. You're a child.

It's before you became Sanagi.

"Carl is an adult who is coming of age this year! Desyo, anchovy who is not rude!"

"Phew. Anchovies... strangely named Dazo."

"Shut up, caterpillars."

Apparently, the caterpillar, holding its mouth and laughing, is called Carl.

Is coming of age fifteen this year? ... a piece below Loretta.

Do insects become adult insects from their larvae through sandpiper.

Shall we ask Estella or Wendy later?

"And is this Tortoise Babaa a Silaha?"

"Death-net of the Swan tribe!"

"Who is that?" "Excuse me!"

That remark would be rude to the Tagame people. I don't know if there are any.

But it's beautifully round.

It looks like a pug, just looking at his face.

"Take away the bait for now," If you let him eat any more, he'll be in trouble."

"Don't be silly! My heart is a terrible thing that narrows down my food and kills my life! I have to force myself to eat!"

"Whose diet is getting thinner!"

What a dump!

"I'm sighing more often these days!"

"I think he ate too much and got a heavy stomach, but anyway!"

I just wanted a second helping!

I'm not getting any thinner, my food, my body and my nerves!

"I feel like I'm worn out again..."

"It's just my imagination! It's impossible!"

Aren't your nerves getting weaker!?

You're hallucinating!?

"Mr. Shiraha, as you can see, is full of wounds both mentally and physically!"

"Sorry. I can't find a scratch..."

"Look at the antennae!"

When I looked at Shiraha's antennae, I found that her right antennae was shorter than her left. It seems to have been cut in half.

"Oh, dear dear Death, sir... ...lost his antennae, and he can't even fly any more."

"No, I think there are other reasons why you can't fly."

I've never seen a creature fly at that weight.

"How do you feel? I almost broke my heart just by meeting you!"

"Sorry. I think I'm going to laugh."

While we were talking, Silaha kept eating deep‐fried manju-like objects on a plate.

What a happy face you're going to eat... you just want to feed me. I like pugs unexpectedly.

"Shiraha. It's been a long time."

Lucia approaches Silaha, who sits heavily in a sturdy chair.

Stand up, Babaa. The lord of the manor is coming to see me at all costs. You can get up with a whip on your body.「………………？」

After staring at Lucia, Shiraha offered her an empty bowl containing oil.

"Another?"

"No, sir," Lucia, the lord of the manor."

"Oh my gosh! Lucia? You've grown up!"

"…it won't be such a long time since we met again." We met last month."

Is this baba starting to get senile, or is she not interested in anything other than food... ...probably the latter.

"I've brought a visitor to-day. I'm from another ward, but... Wentanother ward."

"Yes, yes,"

Called by name, Wendy sprints to Lucia's side in an awkward motion.

"This daughter of the Yamayuga tribe is to be married to a human being."

"Oh, well... "

Shiraha gazes at Wendy with her eyes wide open.

Putting your marshmallow-like hands over your mouth -- don't you mean to eat? Don't look cold as you look like you're going to eat -- look surprised.

"You..."

"Yes, my name is Wendy."

"Just like when I was young,"

a big smile on one's face

Wendy blinks for a moment.

"It's an honor,"

Spit a lie!

You must have been shocked, "Oh, really!" for a moment!? You did, right?

"And you're a little uneasy, aren't you?"

Take Wendy's hand and wrap it gently in both hands. Shiraha's actions were as gentle and enveloping as they were when she comforted a young child.

Wendy shook her head clearly with a caring glance.

"No. I'm not worried. I believe in him."

"Yes..."

Breathe in well and exhale slowly.

Shiraha's big belly swells and withers accordingly.

"...is that so?"

It seemed to me that the words uttered contained some sort of happy.

"Why did you bring Wendy here, Lucia?"

Lucia has shown no discomfort at being called by Shiraha on a chanzuke basis. It is despite the fact that the lords are channelled by the common people.

Is this also a consideration for those once called subspecies? Or maybe I've known each other since I was a little girl.

Lucia looked like a girl in front of Silaha.

"I'd like you to tell me what you're talking about." What Shiraha experienced and what she thought at that time..."

"What do you want to hear?"

「…………」

Lucia closes her mouth once in response to Silaha's question.

Then he turned a serious look at Wendy.

Silaha grabs her hand, Lucia looks at her, and Wendy glances back and forth, unable to escape.

"... he'll think the rest of it." I want you to give me the opportunity to think about it."

"Yes... I see."

Lucia and Silaha The conversation seems to have been completed between the two of us.

Shiraha lifts her head and turns her eyes on me.

"Nicka, Carl".

"Yes, death!"

"Yes, Dazo!"

"Will you leave your seat?"

"What!? Dear De, Desqueedo, Silaha!"

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

It seems that what Shiraha saw was not me, but Nikka and Karl standing next to each other wary of me.

Naturally, the knickers are going to protest.

"Please,"

Nikka and others cannot argue when Shiraha tells them to spoil their young children with a soft voice.

I agree to Shiraha's offer.

Don't forget to glare at me.

"Then I'll wait in front of the door,"

"Call me right away! I'll run in and catch him!"

"Why are you assuming that I am the one to do something?"

A caterpillar glares at me in front of me.

Don't behave like that until you've become Sanagi.

"It's all right, wait outside." In "Nicka and Carl's Alone,"

"What!"

"...? Well, we'll wait...?"

At Silaha's words, Karl turned red and Nikka tilted her head slightly as if she didn't understand.

Ah... well...

That's the relationship.

An insensitive bearded swan (E-cup) who loves it but can't convey its feelings to a pure caterpillar, but doesn't notice it at all.

I'll pat a boiled caterpillar on the shoulder and say something as a senior in life.

"You're a kid,"

"d*mn it!"

Boiled caterpillars and curls project their sense of smell.

Stop it! It stinks!

"Ugh. You're a pretty girl."

Jeannette gives a tremendous impression of being overrated.

Come to think of it, Jeanette is not afraid of insects or reptiles at all.

Rather, some people even think it's small and cute. Loretta and others make a lot of noise when insects fly in, but Jeanette doesn't have any of that.It's a somewhat unexpected aspect of Jeanette's appearance.

...but this caterpillar isn't cute after all. No, I don't have any.

"Go outside and hold hands and wait."

`I can't hold my hands!'

"Yes, that's right! Descala equipped with weapons so that you can respond instantly to whatever happens! I'll keep it in mind!"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Look. Carl's a little dented, isn't he?

Oh, don't equip yourself with weapons. You guys are afraid of accidental bombings.

"I accidentally stabbed myself," or something like a sweet chestnut, doesn't make me look fashionable.

"Hey, Carl,"

Put your hand on Carl's shoulder, which holds the smelly horn, and I tell him with all my heart.

"Keep hold of Nicka's hand."

lest I should be stabbed.

Especially, don't be stabbed for a crime without reason!

"Oh, you... ...are you rooting for me?"

No, not a bit.

Self‐protection, self‐protection. Everything is for you.

"Good fellow......maybe, Dazo,"

Oh, my gosh! That's just my imagination!

"Oh, I'll do my best!"

Carl declares to me with eager eyes. His fist is tightly clenched.

Well, yes. Do as you please.

Nikka gives me a hard look, Carl gives me a hot look like "I'll do it!" and we go out together.

What a noisy bunch!

"Yasilo really... he gets along with everyone right away."

"You're not close,"

I'm dumbfounded by Estella's dumbfounded face.

I'm on the verge of getting stabbed.

"Well, then, shall I tell you a story?"Come here, boys, sit down."

Shiraha says softly and beckons us.

It's a boarded floor that's been stepped in with bare feet. Are you going to sit here?

"Gilberta," There's a 'Ozabu' over there, so bring it to me."

"All right, I,"

Silaha is giving instructions to Gilberta.

From Lucia's impunity, it's probably an acceptable act.

... shall I help you?"

I thought, but Jeanette and Milly were chasing Gilberta before I could move.

Well, they're very well‐made.

Wendy seemed unable to move because she was still holding her hand.

Soft cushions are brought in and lined up in front of us.

sit in a circle around one's head

It's kind of uncomfortable to have a cushion on your shoes... maybe you'll be able to take off your shoes if you can make tatami mats. I can't make tatami mats as I expected.

"It's amazing. It's soft."

`Well... soft...feel good,'

Jeanette and Milly seem to like the fluffy cushions.

I sit back and enjoy the soft feel.

Well, I hope it's fun. It's certainly comfortable to sit on.

"Well, then I'll talk to you,"

Shiraja sits back in her chair and exhales deeply and long.

Before that...

"Let her go,"

"What? Oh, my God."

As if she had just noticed, Silaha let go of Wendy's hands.

What? Did you forget?

Is it starting, Babaa?

"I'm sorry," It was smooth and comfortable to grasp, so I couldn't help it."

"No, no. It's an honor."

He looks embarrassed, but he doesn't hate it.

Wendy might have started to cry if she had been sizzling, but Babaa wouldn't be a problem.

Would you lose your temper if you were told with such a harmless face? ......I see!

"Well, Jeanette. I feel very uncomfortable..."

"Confession, please.

I was interrupted with a smile.

...I see. Did I have to say "I'm sorry" after the fight... I made a mistake in the procedure.

Wendy sits down next to Silaha and everyone sits down.

From Silaha to the right are Lucia, Gilberta, Estella, me, Jeanette, Milly, Wendy.

By some chance, I'm right in front of Babaa. ...this seat, the scenery is bad.

"I knew him when I was about the age of that lady lady lady."

"About nine years old?"

"Oh, Miss Tentoumushi... Mily, you're fifteen this year, aren't you?"

"Yes, I was just nine years old."

`Ah.........hey...

Milly shrugs off her shoulders.

It can't be helped, can't it be helped? You can't tell your real age by looking at it.If you're talking about 'that age', it's almost always about the appearance age, not the actual age.

Jeanette is comforting the nodding Milly. The patting on the head seems to be playing with a young child... After all, everyone treats her like a child unconsciously, doesn't it, Milly?

"That person is the man who... Mr. Shiraha is married to."

Estella asks a question, hesitating for a moment.

That's the part I want to clarify, not blur.

"Yes, yes,"

I wouldn't name it, but I acknowledged the fact.

I don't care who I'm getting married to now.

You don't have to force yourself to listen if you don't want to.

`What happened with him?'--that's the problem.

"I don't know him, it's a burning romance..."

"Shiraha, that's a good story. Tell me about the antennae."

"But, Lucia," He's old enough to be ashamed of flowers, outside..."

"Shirahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Will you consider it?"

Lucia tightly stops Shiraha, who begins to writhe under her red cheeks.

That's a relief, Lucia. ... I don't want to hear Babaa's peach talk.

"But there's no one to listen to these stories," I want to talk to you."

"I'll tell Nicka and Carl later."

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I'm sure you'll be covered with vomit all around here.

"It's not working. They... well. I don't think all the Aegehans, nor the rest of the Aegehans."They don't let me talk about my past as 'sad.'"

She looked very lonely when she said so.

The stories of the past, which have been decided to be "sad," are reminiscent of Silaha's emotional scars, so don't let them out... or something like that.

So are you trying to cover up the wounds of the past with something fun in front of you?

If so...

"All right. I'll listen to Babaa's love story on an empty stomach."

When I have nothing to throw up.

"But now I want to know the conclusion first. Will you tell me the story of the antennae?"

"Oh, really? Yeah, really... I see."

Shiraha smiles a little unsatisfied.

But in the next moment he changed his expression to a cheerful one????

"Then there's one more thing to look forward to,"

--with a roll of laughter.

I'm beginning to understand.

I'm not sure what the trouble is.

And Lucia and Silaha are both aware of it, but are unable to do anything about it.

at the mercy of a random barrage of goodwill

"But it's tasteless to talk only about conclusions." Would you mind going out with me for a moment?"

Shiraha looks at me and says:

You're telling me to talk to you're telling me to speak.

That's all right. I'll listen.

I hope your story contains your feelings.

"He was a very eccentric fellow," He was very kind to me as a subspecies."

"Did he say "subspecies"?"

"No, he never said such a thing. The whole town had already created an atmosphere where we wanted to stop doing so."

But human beings -- especially aristocrats -- would have persisted in their will.

Previously, Shiraha's information had said, 'Shiraha married a nobleman.'

If he was a nobleman, he must have been very noisy against his will.

Strange...?

It's ironic of you to be treated as a freak for your good behavior.

"My family is poor," By the time I was nine, I had gone to work. Thank you for your help in the flower guild."

"Well..."

Milly's antennae twitch when she hears that Shiraha was once in the flower guild.

When we have something in common with ourselves, we sometimes feel extremely happy.

That's exactly what Milly looks like now.

"So I met him... we were still young, but we fell in love very hard, and... one day he took me outside..."

"I told you again about it!"

What should I do?

Do you really want to talk about it!?

"I only have a bad feeling about the word ""outside""!"

"Well, let's talk about this next time we're alone,"

"Don't say anything meaningful!?" "Marry me for some reason and tell me what's going on!"

She scolds Babaa for turning a blind eye to me and urges me to move on.

Jeanette, Milly and even Estella have red faces. Don't talk about things that girls can't hear.

"I'm sorry," It's kind of embarrassing... I can't help but make a mistake."

No, what you're trying to say must be far more embarrassing.

"It's too much for me to say this myself..."

Shiraha made a slightly shy gesture, and... she smiled softly smiled.

A gentle smile like a vegetable fluttering in the spring breeze.

"He welcomed me as his legal wife."

"Well..."

Milly bleeds.

Milly has a point where she thinks subspecies are so low that she refrains from riding in a carriage.

It would have been impossible to believe that the subspecies could become the lawful wives of aristocrats.

Wendy, on the other hand, had spoken to Theron... with a warm smile on her face.

Whether it's a subspecies or a subline, I'm thinking of marrying a man I love as a woman. feel comfortable like that

"People around you... didn't your relatives object?"

It was Estella who asked the question.He's a nobleman, too. I wonder if they know very well what the aristocrats think and do behind the scenes.

His experience and knowledge would have led him to the conclusion that it was impossible for a noble to marry a subspecies.

"You did, didn't you? That's so harsh."

The choice of words shows one's personality.

Because the time you experience and the emotions you feel at the time affect your language.

"Strong"

such a choice of words I wonder what the hell this guy was thinking about living in that time.

"But he's stubborn, too,"

The two of us must have continued to resist it in the face of fierce opposition.

The nostalgic smile made me feel sad at the same time.

"He, who was the eldest son, said he was going to leave his house......and.........and was burned down."

Breathtaking sounds sway the air in the room.

the eldest son of a nobleman who decided to abandon his house and live with Shiraha.

Relatives who did not approve of it and took strong measures against it.

As is often the case, the events, such as the third rate tragedy, have inflicted lasting wounds on the two young men.

The wound, even hearsay, strangle the hearts of those around you.

"I flew frantically, surrounded by a sea of fire. With him in his arms, without looking at him, without looking at him, and when he ran away for his life, my antennae had been cut off and gone."

a half‐length right antenna

It's an honorable injury to save a loved one...

But the price of the honor was heavy.

"In the end, that's what separated us... Well, we both had lives, so we have to think we're happy."

The smile on his face at the time looked as sad as if he were crying.

I don't mean the word. But I can't do it without saying so.

Above all, I guess I can't stand myself.

"Shiraha... you pretend to be stupid in front of them, don't you?"

"Hmm... I don't mean it,"

hold one's mouth and laugh quietly

With such a clear answer, call me the other way around... I can't believe this baba is stupid.

An old woman who just shut herself up in her room and ate what she was given... is a performance designed to dazzle people around her.

"You've been pulled away because they've made too much noise,"

"Oh... you're smart, aren't you?"

Shiraha looks at me with pure surprise.

"What do you mean, Mr. Jiro?"

Jeanette asks me a question.

He escaped from the fire attack, which separated him.

If that's all you can think of, there are a number of reasons, such as injury, death, disgusting, constant fighting, etc., but if you think about the fact that Shiraha continues to play dumb babaas today, there's one answer.

"Shiraha asked his companions for help after the incident. My husband, who was the eldest son of a noble family, was burned down. That's quite a case. It would be impossible to live properly beyond that point."

He could no longer live as a nobleman, or he was injured...

Shiraha's "flying" with the man meant he couldn't escape on his own.

Even after fleeing from the fire, the Silaha's were still cornered.

Under such circumstances, relatives, relatives, and so on can be relied on you.

"You're right," I'm surprised. You've seen it."

"I'm just making inferences by combining given information."

"I see. But it's amazing."

Clapping hands like marshmallows gives me credit.

Don't do it!

I don't want such a lonely face of applause.

"He... was badly burned under my protection during the explosion." I couldn't even get conscious... I was really shocked."

She fled with her husband in such a situation and returned to the land, where she had nowhere to go.

"And you went back to your company... and you got caught." To my companions."

"Yes, that's right."

raise one's chin and show a gazing gesture beyond the door.

They probably checked Nikka and Karl for hearing.

"My family made a big fuss when they saw me back home with wounds. "I've been hurt by a human being," he said. "They didn't listen to me properly."

"Why... if I had told you the truth, you would have understood it."

Jeanette says in a puzzled tone.

But the question is a bit harsh. I can't get Shiraha to answer.

I'll speak for you.

"I can imagine that... no matter how much Silaha told me the truth, I couldn't have been treated like 'I'm being deceived' or 'I'm being threatened.'"

For example, even if Shiraha complains, "This person is not a bad person," the family cannot trust the words because they see the wounded Shiraha.

How can you believe a man who is related to someone who endangered his daughter's life?

The harder Shiraha appeals, the more she thinks, 'I'm being told' or 'Are you being brainwashed?'

"Well... I wonder if it's such an extreme assumption... to the point where I completely ignore Mr. Shiraha's words."

"Wendy's parents haven't listened to her, have they?"

"Oh..."

Jeanette must have seen it, too.

No matter how many times I try to persuade them, they insist that they are deceived and never give an inch.

"It's all because of the silly status of being a 'subspecies' or a 'subline.' It's because of the impression that 'human beings deceive and discriminate against other species.'"

「…………」

Jeanette went silent.

Sadness must be spreading over my chest and weighing heavily on my chest.

You may not have had much chance to touch it. I was able to live under the protection of my grandfathers at the Yodamari-tei.

That's a very happy thing.

"I'm sorry, I've used it as an analogy."

"Oh... Oh, no. Don't worry about it."

apologize for using one's parents as a bad analogy

I'm sure it won't feel good.

Wendy and Milly have complex expressions.

These two may have caught a glimpse of such friction.

It looks like I'm remembering something."I've tried to get out of here a few times... but it didn't work."

And before I knew it, Shiraha had given up... no, she had compromised.

Every time you try to escape or resist, the interference and restraint around you becomes stricter.

"We worked hard for three years... we talked to the lords... but in the end we chose to live apart."

"...I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

"Oh, it's about your old man's days, Lucia."

"Still... I..."

"Don't do that,"

Rubbing Lucia's eyebrows, Silaha smiles gently at her.

"Thanks to you, I can still exchange letters with him. That's all I'm happy about."

"Are you corresponding?"

a glimmer of hope

Jeanette reacted to it.

"Yes, once a month."

"Well... I'm glad."

It's really trivial... Shiraha looks genuinely happy.

Perhaps that's what Shiraha is now living for.

They were exhausted after three years of resistance and decided to stop resisting, thinking that if things went on like this, they would be really separated.

Living apart and exchanging letters through lords.

And we've been comforting ourselves by thinking that we're both of us.

"If I, as a human being, intervene badly, I could cause misunderstanding among the Aegehans and other insects. "Does the lord protect men?" I don't want any friction between the two sides... and that's why I haven't been able to make a decisive hit to this day."

Lucia bows deeply, lamenting her lack of power.

"Shiraha... I'm sorry." Let me apologize from the bottom of my heart."

"Oh, my God! Don't do that!" That's all right. I'm still happy enough."

"But your time is..."

"Time will never come back when it passes." The time passed while I was regretting it's the same. Then if you don't have a good time now, you'll be regretting your regrets forever. Okay? Now, raise your head."

If you waste your time regretting it, you'll regret it someday.

Should we accept that there is nothing we can do about what we can't do about it, and live happily now...?

It looks like a positive idea... and in fact, it's a very sad way of thinking.

"They're really nice to me, too." Everyone thinks about me and works hard for me every day. If you complain about this, it's no better than to speak ill of them. I'm happy with my present life."

a tribe of geese who refuse to listen to Silaha's words

But it comes from pure goodwill, and Shiraha cannot blame it badly.

excessive meddling an imposition of good will

But if it was all for yourself... it would be hard to refuse.

a feud between humans and subspecies imbued feelings

And the rumor began when Shiraha lost her antennae.

They combined to create a climate of 'Look, man is terrible after all.'

Young people like Nicka and Carl wouldn't even doubt it.

It's a kind of resignation... Shiraha doesn't seem to want to say anything about it anymore.

"But... yes." If there's any chance I'll be reborn... I'll be glad if I can be together then."

"...gulp down,"

Milly sniffs.

Jeanette calms Milly down by stroking her back in a panic.

The two who can't join together...

There's nothing I can do about it can't be helped.

though…

"Hey, Babaah,"

I can't leave this third‐rate tragedy to be a tragedy.

"Why are you giving up?"

Because of Temae's injury, Wendy's parents are stubbornly suspicious of her marriage.

"You've done everything you can, and you look as if you can't do it any more.

Do you know how profitable this marriage is?

If you settle down, you'll make a lot more profit than you think.

"If you think you'll have a better insight as you age, you'll be very mistaken."

It would have been a shame if you had such a warm idea that you could live in peace and quiet without causing any disturbance, without hurting anyone else. I'm sorry, but you're already involved. It's a profit for me.

"Shiraha, did you say you were happy enough in your current life? ... Is that for real?"

It is true that you are surrounded by kind friends, and everyone cares about you, and you can confirm the safety of your loved one, if not just a letter.

He must be living a fairly happy life.

however

You're not satisfied there.

"Well, there's a lot more in the world that you don't know. Don't you want to see it? There's really the best view there, but without knowing it, look away with satisfaction with the ease and happiness you've been given."

"Yasilo..."

Shut up, Estella.

By turning my eyes, I suppress Estella's words.

There's no courtesy or rudeness. That's not the case.

If you drag this guy down who has been carried up by many different guys for a long time, it has to be this much.

"I'll ask you to help me," I'm sorry, but I don't have a veto."

I stand up and walk up to Shiraha.

His eyes, looking up at me, pretended to be a completely dead wind, but were filled with surprise and anticipation.

Keep a sharp eye on me.

This is the face of a man who rips through your withered wrinkles.

I'

Don't tell him a bitter story about getting married and being happy. What if you're worried about marriage?If Wendy says she wants to quit the wedding, I'll claim damages from Temae.

Hey, Shiraha. You're really aware of it, right?

They make it a priority not to make waves and hurt anyone. Look like that... Above all, Temae has been hurt forever.

Wendy looks really happy when she's with Theron.

I'm sure you're like that, right?

"Let's make a bet, Shiraha,"

"... bet?"

"Oh, yes,"

"I don't want to be too difficult?"

"Well, it's easy,"

I'll let you know that you've tasted the bitterness of life.

I hear you're still ignorant.

"You've eaten many delicious things, haven't you?"

"Well, they'll bring me a lot, won't they?" I wonder if I have eaten most of the things I can get around here."

"'Most of the things you can get around here,'"

That's what ignorance is all about.

"Then I'll make you some delicious food that I'm familiar with here." something you probably haven't eaten before."

"Oh, my God. I wonder if there's such a thing?"

"If you do... cooperate with me." Whatever Nikka or his colleagues say, it's all over the place."

"Hmm... interesting boy," What's your name?"

"It's Jillo,"

"Yes, Jiro. You'really. All right. I'll ride that bet."

All right.

Then let's win this bet quickly.

"Genet. And Milly."

"Yes, yes,"

"Oh......what is it is.

Milly, who still has red eyes, and Jeanette, who is comforting her.

We need to make these two smile again.

"Help me," a plan to make this old woman smile heartily."

It's not a pattern, but... when I winked, it seemed that the effect was very obvious.

Jeanette and Milly were momentarily speechless, and after looking at each other, they smiled like they could play together.

"Yes!"

`Well!'

I gave them instructions and asked for a little help.

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