Chapter 204: 204 Hou Ri Tan 32 Garden Theater

"My name is Shiraha. Shiraha of the Aegegegean tribe." How many years have I been separated from my loved one? Even though the sun is so bright, my heart is Lonelynes. If things go on like this... I'm going to lose my mind...

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"That voice..."

- Heep! - Heep! - Heep! - Heep!

"Oh, my!"

"I came to pick you up on a white horse, my cute stray cat."

"It's wonderful, orchio-chan... like a prince..."

"If I were to pick you up, it would be quite natural." My own princess."

"Oh ☆"

...what, the discomfort that this back tooth is about to come out.

I'd like to bang my temples with a firm fist.

"That's wonderful..."

"Yes..."

a flower garden in the thirty‐five wards Near it, in the open space, a small play of Zizi and Babaa is taking place.

The setting is that a happy, beautiful girl who has been separated from her beloved man is surrounded by beautiful flowers and misleads her loneliness, and that lover comes to pick her up on a white horse.

Well, in reality, it's not a happy little girl, it's a babaa that's starting to ferment...

Visitors to the flower garden are prohibited by vehicle, but special permission is given by the lord as a performance that attracts the hearts of the audience.

Yes, this is a play to show the insect race in the flower garden.

"... (Shirapyeong) "Mr. Orchio" in front of everyone.)

`... (because Orchio-shan is Orchio-shan)'

"... (You're so cute, Shilla-pyo-ha)"

They themselves seem to be in a state of mind.

"But does this really ease friction with the insect race?"

A short distance from the Orchios, Lucia asks me sternly.

But, Lucia. Take a good look around...

"All the insects in the garden are looking at them with enraptured eyes."

More than I imagined, the love story between Orchio and Silaha seemed to be working for girls in love in the flower garden.

The girls glued to the play side by side were, without exception, moist and moist.

and the people of my 42 wards...

"Shiraha-san, you look happy..."

"I'm glad I met you... I'm weak at these things..."

"Mr. Estella, if you don't mind my handkerchief soaked to the skin with tears, please use it. . ."

`Well... Shira-san, very pretty...'

"Yes, you've got a lovely smile.

......I'm in tears.m.

Let's see... Where can I cry, this short skit?

If only a goldfish would fall over my head, I would have a beautiful punchline.

"It certainly looks like it's going to work... ...and I almost cried about four times."

"So!"

So, where are you crying? This short skit.

by the way

I've been making other people do small plays, but this time I'm not the one. I'm the planner, but the content is based on Silaha's ideals, and the girls decided after loud discussions.

It is a story of love packed with the dreams and ideals of girls.

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"Siraha... beautiful..."

"Ah... the washians were mistaken, weren't they?

"It's impossible for two people who love each other so much to be separated..."

It's got tremendous support from the audience, so let's see if it's OK.

...you may not understand the sensibilities of the inhabitants of this city......and you can often recognize that as a shiraha. You're a different person. How did you see it? No, I'm the one who looks good.

But it's simple.

I feel that the Insects have an extremely honest and straight ethnicity.

The cabriels who obey Lucia's dictates and the Nicas of Silaha's first policy.

Wendy and Milly are both outstanding and unquestionable.

And the Aege swans, other than Nikka, who looked after him, were as usual.

I once went to Silaha's house for a script conference and persuaded the Aegeans, who, as Nikka said, understood me very well.

Seeing Orchio and Silaha clinging together, and seeing Silaha's happy faces at the time, they changed their minds.

Lucia was lightly shocked, saying, "It's such a simple thing...," but she had a hard time getting them together, and that's OK. It's about whether or not you're going to fall in with what you're thinking about public opinion.

We had an hour's meeting and another hour's preparation.

Then, after lunch, the play started in the afternoon sun.

"My friend, Jiro".

I heard a calm voice from behind as I watched the shiraha play.

Gilberta is one of the girls who is making a fuss.

I'm relieved to have such a guy.

They're all too emotionally involved. That's too much, anyway.

"I'm in big trouble,"

"Are you excited about the audience?"

"No... around my neck,"

"Neck?"

Looking back, Gilberta was weeping. without expression

"What's the matter?"

Tears and runny nose soaked not only the face, but also the neck and neck.

"I'm kind of nervous, my heart... I can't stop crying and runny nose."

"Oh, come on! You too!"

Is this, after all, the same as the other maidens?

I just can't express it well.

"Look, don't move. I'll wipe away all the tears and stuff!"

"I don't think I can help, but I can't stop, my heart is pounding."

It's highly sensitive or easy to be swept away...

"You're the head waiter, too, and learn to learn from Natalia."

"Mr. Jiro, I appreciate your evaluation, but unfortunately I'm not in a state of normalcy.""Yes... you too..."

"Yes, looking at both of them, this is...Deep inside of my chest......it makes me sick."

"You should learn from Gilberta and get back your pure heart a little more."

I can't... This is serious.

It's too late.

"Now, Shiraha," Come with me! Live with me!"

"Yes, orchio!"

The play finally reaches its climax, and the audience burst into laughter as the two huddled together on a white horse.

Let's leave this place and aim for a new world."It's a scene that oozes that kind of feeling.

"That concludes the first performance of Orchio Silaha's Love Theater."

"The second performance is due in two hours. Please invite your friends to see it."

Hey! It's ruined!

Don't get back to basics!

However, the audience has been applauding like crazy applause.

Curtain call...

The audience seemed to have enjoyed this as a play.

What's the second performance? How many are you going to do?

The orchios are coming over here, pakarampakarampakarampakarampakarampakarampakarampakarampakarampakarampakarampa.

"Oh, I was embarrassed,"

"Well, it's embarrassing,"

"Oh, you guys are like that all the time."

If you feel ashamed of yourself, you should be a little more self‐important.

"But Syrappon," It's 'Mr. Orchio' during the performance."

"Oh, I was so nervous when I was with Orchio."

"Ah, you're so cute, Shilla-pyo-ha!"

"Oh, isn't that embarrassing?"

I think that's a lot more embarrassing than that.

Get off your horse, Kora. How long have you been riding on a white horse? Don't look down on me.

"I'd like to take you back to the Forty-second Ward,"

"Well, the escape of love,"

"No, you're going home,"

It's just a way home for Orchio.

A white horse slowly walks out and approaches the spectators in the flower garden.

Fan service? You're very detailed.

...just want to show off your daughter-in-law, Orchio?

"Well, as long as I have a white horse, I'm sure I'll... Dazo,"

Carl, who was in charge of the backstage of Orchio Silaha's Theatre of Love (lol), is muttering something.

No... I don't think it's a white horse. It's not enough for you.

"Anchovies," Mr. Shiraha can go back to the house once, and you can rest too."

Nicka, who is also behind the scenes, descends before me.

Well, it was only about 20 centimeters floating.

"I'm going to call Descala again when the second performance approaches, and it's good to kill time wherever you want."

"We'll go back to the house and have a smoke,"

"Then I'll serve you tea." Yours is gone."

Nikka smiles coercively.

He's......

He glared back and stuck out his tongue.

I don't think I'm going to change my dislike, but I'm not going to be rejected anymore.

Rather, he began to talk to me one after another.

I've come to respect my opinion and come to check every detail. It's all because of Silaha... but this is quite a change.

"You've become quite cooperative, haven't you?"

"Is there something you can do?"

"Oh, my God. It's easy and helpful."

"Huh... death."

He looks displeased, but he doesn't seem to be very angry.

"...I've never seen such a happy face before."

That is, of course, a statement referring to Silaha.

Nikka and Carl are still young.

From an early age, he had been by his side, taught his family how to deal with him, and carried it out without question.

For many years he was the closest to Shiraja and lived for her.

But I've never seen a smile from the bottom of my heart.

"The Watashi... the wrong money?"

"It's up to you to decide it."

There is no 'if' in life.

You can't get back the past time, and you can't erase what you've done there.

If you look away from reality by lamenting that the deed was 'wrong', the past is in vain.

But if all the time we've had leads to the future... if that's the reason why we think that we have the present, wouldn't it be possible to say that it was a mistake, even if we did something wrong?

I can't do anything about the past, no matter how much I struggle with it.

You can erase it, or you can misrepresented.

Then we can at least use it as a source of food for the future to be positive. If I can help you, I'm not going to throw away a failure.

"How did Mr. Silaha spend his time not meeting Mr. Orchio...?"

Their feet are shaky and unstable now that their good intentions have been completely reversed. If you're not good at it, you may never be able to stand up again.

I can't leave her alone with such anxiety.

When Shiraha sees these people beginning to think "wouldn't it have been better if they weren't there?" she feels guilty about her happiness.

I'm in trouble, then.

Everyone should be brought together and happy to the core.

We're trying to fix the wedding.

The people involved this time must be in full bloom, head to toe, without exception.

They advertise that weddings are the happiest thing.

For my benefit, I will confiscate your misfortunes.

"I don't know the answer, but there is one thing I can say."

Shaking her antennae, Nikka blinks her eyes on the verge of collapse.

"Shiraha wasn't unhappy in the time he spent with you. That's for sure.""Why can you say that? You've only seen me for a short time. Don't say anything like that."

"Then I ask you, have you ever had a hard time? Have you ever been scolded or ignored?"

"I've never done that before! Mr. Shiraha is not such a terrible person! Mr. Shiraha is always kind and takes good care of us!"

"Then that's the answer,"

"He......?"

"A man cannot be kind to a man who makes himself unhappy. Didn't you do your best not only because of your role, but also because you like Shiraha?"

"Oh, yes... Death." They all love Shiraha... they want to be of service...

"She was happy to have them around because she knew that."

Drops fall from Nikka's eyes.

Nikka has been running around busily since we met all day.

It was probably forced to move around so that the brain wouldn't think of anything else, to protect the mind that might possibly be engulfed by anxiety.

They may have been unhappy with their loved ones. I couldn't get rid of that anxiety.

"Well... I don't know... because I don't know what Mr. Shiraha really thinks."

"You are too insensitive to the kindness of others."

"Why did you do that? No way!"

"You don't notice that a beam of likes and dislikes is coming out so close."

I glanced at Carl and found him in a great hurry crossing his arms with an 'x'.

I won't tell you. I don't care how you smell it.

"Wow... I don't know... that people like me... that I have to listen to it properly... that I don't know..."

"So what? Can't you trust me unless I say, 'I like you because your eyes are big and cute' or 'I like you because you're full of energy and it's fun to be around?'"

"What!? ... What, what's that? Suddenly!? Ba, stupid!?"

I'm not confessing to you.

They say you'll feel it in the air.

Have you ever felt that kind of atmosphere, "Oh, this guy must like me?"

"Do you want Shiraha to say 'I'm happy now' or 'I'm happy now?'"

"Well, if I could."

What a nuisance this guy is!

He has a character that condenses the troublesomeness of the insect race.

Somehow... if I can convince him, I think I can overcome the prejudice of the insect race against humans.

This is a model case.

Shall we give it a try?

The easiest way to communicate without using words.

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Once you get the feeling, you'll know this one.

You don't really need words to express your feelings.

"Oh my gosh!"

"Yes, I wonder what it is?"

Shiraha and Orchio come over here on a white horse.

You're not going to get off now, are you? I don't like it that much. I don't want to leave.

I don't mind, even on horseback.

"Nicka did a great job behind the scenes."

"Oh, my God. Thank you, Nicka."

"No, no! This much... of course, Descala..."

Nicca looked away from Silaha and looked down, perhaps because she felt guilty.

Well, I called Shiraha in anticipation of it.

Well, I'm going to bite you.

If you get this kind of reaction right in front of you, you'll have to bite at it.

"Oh? What's the matter, Nikka?"

All right.

So, Nicka. You make humble remarks. If it's your personality, right?

"...no, nothing, Death-yo,"

All right.

Yeah. The insect race is very easy to deal with.

"I'm a little tired. I've been running for a long time. what?"

Hold Nikka by the shoulder and look down.

He glared at me with a very frightening look.

"What do you want to do, Desca?" is written on your face.

Everything is just as I expected.

What do you want to do?

I want you to understand.

Well, all you have to do is feel it, not think deeply. Take something as it is.

Here we come.

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Well...

"...huh...huh..."

Silaha's little hand rests on Nikka's head.

stroke one's soft hair gently Nicka's antennae shake with her hair.

"Don't push yourself too hard," Thank you always, Nicka."

"………………………………………………………………."

The eyes that were staring at me were covered with a membrane of water.

Nikka pushes my face away with a plasterer, perhaps embarrassed to be watched by me.

I can't do it either way or there's a shiraha there.

So I had no choice but to get rid of him.

I see. I see....but the strength of the stretcher was a little unexpected. Mind your own business. What?

"Oh...? Nikka?"

"It's all right,"

Shiraha looks anxiously at Nikka, who looks down and shakes her shoulders.

"I've never experienced this before."

"First time?"

"Oh, that's to be loved by others."

That alone seems to have made her feel something and realize everything.

I'm not old enough for Date.

This guy has been exposing himself to various emotions for much longer. There would have been quite a few attempts to suppress [suppress] one' feelings.

That's why I'm sensitive.

"I see... well... I've always had it." I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's...!?"

"Thank you, Nicka," I love everyone."

"...what!"

Nikka, who looks up and tries to fight back with tears, is captivated by Shiraha's smile.

"I really like Nicka, too,"

"...."

Nicka's usual expression of calmness was broken when he was given a word full of thoughts.

Shout out in an unadorned, heartfelt voice, squashed with tears and runny nose.

"I know!"

scream and cry like a child and rub one's overflowing tears violently

"I know Dae Yeo! I knew Dae Yeo!"

This guy didn't know what was going on.

But if you were taught -- there's nothing like that. That was what I always felt.

in other words

Nikka now realizes that she has always been loved for a long time.

"This... warm thing... Watashi, I know... I knew... I knew... I knew...

Holding Shiraha's hand on her top with both hands, Nikka sobbed and cried.

Shiraha was no misfortune.

We were not neglected.

On the contrary, it was considered so important...

Nikka now feels in her heart what she thought would have to be put into words.

His words are false, but his heart is honest.

A pure guy like Nikka just needs to believe in his heart.

Words are meant for fraudsters like me to make the most of them.

"Oh, my God... Orchio-shan.

"Yes. Go ahead."

Say no to Orchio, and Silaha gets off the horse.

Standing in front of Nicka, he stretched out his little body to the fullest extent and embraced Nicka.

When Silaha's hand touched, Nikka dented into the spot, turned down... and began to cry again.

Silaha gently wraps up the knickers he crouches.

like a grandmother who soothes a sobbing daughter

Nikka must be so important to Shiraha that she wants to comfort her away from Orchio.

That's quite a big deal. You can be proud, Nicka.

"Yasilo,"

"Huh? ... oh, yes,"

Orchio glances at me on horseback.

It's a signal to leave for a while.

We'd better leave them alone now.

Stand next to Orchio's white horse and distance yourself from the Silaha.

With a calm face, Orchio muttered without telling anyone.

"Good. Her time is full of happiness."

Relief that Shiraha was living happily during the separated time.

It seems to me to be happy again. Their feelings of old age seem to have matured completely.

Even if they were apart, their hearts might have been together forever. I suppose he never forgot for a moment.

"Mr. Orchio,"

A slightly red-eyed Jeanette slowly approaches.

What on earth is the cause of the slight tear marks?

With his red eyes, Jeanette's expression now looked very fleeting.

With that anxious look on his face, Jeanette asks Orchio.

I'm sure I've always wanted to hear something.

"Mr. Orchio, that time you couldn't see Mr. Shiraha.........was he happy?"

the time when Orchio couldn't see Silaha

It's all about the orchio time Jeanette knows.

What was Orchio thinking about that time...

"Of course, I was lonely. It was painful and painful. ... originally, I don't like being alone. I've always had Shilla-Jeong by my side since I was little."

Jeanette's hand is tied in a squeak.

Hold your chest tight, dressed like a prayer.

"I ran away because I felt lonely and scared of being alone. He ran away, ran away... and at the end of his escape was the Yodamari-tei."

He who is covered with darkness, is apt to go into darkness.

Avoid downtown and go down the alley, avoid human warmth and aim for empty space.

But humans are weak.

Even if you run away spasmodically, you'll get tired of running away someday.

When I'm too tired to move, I'm afraid this time.

I'm possessed by the fear of being engulfed by loneliness... I can't get away from it. on one's own, by no means

and when I saw the light--

"It was a lonely place where dusk was approaching, and it was as bright as a light... ...I ran in without hesitation."

I feel saved.

"I still remember," The creaking sound of the door, the smell of coffee in the shop -- the calm, sunny old man's voice.""...."

Jeanette sniffed faintly.

I wonder if he remembers it, too. The old man's voice and smile, and the feeling of his hand patting his head.

"They never intrude, but they are always there and always welcome me." I would certainly have failed if it hadn't been for the Yodamari-tei."

bend into a deep wrinkle on Orchio's cheek

That feeling... I can relate to it a little too.

"...he was my only and greatest friend. The Zelmar are good people, but he is special."

"...yes,"

Jeanette sheds tears at the old man she hears from others.

However, there is a smile around her mouth, and she looks as satisfied as a girl just after learning the ending of a picture book.

"So, Jeanette... ...I was quite happy."

"...Yes. ...Thank you very much."

He took good care of my grandfather????

It was a word of thanks that seemed likely to follow.

"Well... it's kind of embarrassing,"

"Yes... well, sir,"

They all look at each other and smile shyly.

Orchio stroked his moustache before moving his horse forward.

You want to be a little alone, don't you? head for an empty place

Jeanette stands in front of me and looks after Orchio's back. He turned his back to me and remained silent for a while.

Maybe he's having a conversation with the old man I felt in Orchio's memory.

"Mr. Jiro..."

Jeanette calls me with her back turned.

"Huh?"

a short answer

I felt it was unsophisticated to talk more than that.

"I like Yodamari-tei."

"Well... "

I don't joke now that there's a big-breasted clerk with a big breast.

"I want to go home soon. at the Yodamaitei I don't think I've been back for a long time."

"Yes,"

I'm going home soon, too.

"Magda will be waiting for you with a long neck."

"Well, Mr. Magda is... he's a little spoiled."

"A little?"

"Well... well, just a little more,"

It's a little bit, a little bit, a little bit.

That's still a very sweet assessment.

"Mr. Jiro..."

change one's voice

A little nervous... a little anxious...

"...happy?"

a non‐directed ginet

However, Jeanette's ears turn red and represent her heart vividly.

It's easy to answer... but...

"Do you want to hear it?"

Sometimes it's better not to say it.

"...no,"

Jeanette turns around, shaking her long hair.

"Of course, it's good."

Jeanette's face, dyed red and embarrassed, was filled with some relief.

This is the face that symbolizes the present-day Yangdalitei.

Are you watching, old man?

Be happy!

Yodamari-tei has been safely taken over by Jeanette.

"I like Yodamari-tei, too,"

"He......really?"

"Ah,"

A dazzling smile spreads across Jeanette's face as the dawn shines in.

With less than half a step, the Jeanette crept closer to us.

It's not as if I'm moving forward, but as if I'm leaning forward with no patience.

"Yes, I'm glad," I'm so glad you said that!"

Come to think of it, have you ever stated that you like it.........

hmm

Even if you can guess from the air, there are still things that make you happy to be put into words.

"It's calming and the food is delicious..."

I'll get closer and closer, and finally I'll speak up to Jeanette, who's suddenly approaching me.

"There's a clerk with a big breast,"

"Ugh! Please confess."

I got a slap on the nose. It doesn't hurt at all, with a breeze punch.

Shortly afterwards, however, Jeanette laughed amusingly.

Yes, that's it.

I like it because of its smile -- Yodamari-tei.

Well, I won't tell you even if I split my mouth.

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