Chapter 233: 233 Recollection 11 Natalia

Mr. Estella has been confined to his office since morning.

I'm absorbed in my work as if I were possessed by something.

If you don't do that, you'll have a hard time.

Mr. Jiro forgets himself????

You'll break my heart if you think about it.

I understand...

I... I have more than a few similar feelings.

"Head waiter. I found a leak in the bathroom and a bathroom."

"Well, fix it at once,"

"Do you want me to ask Tolbeck'said he asked.

"We can do that ourselves, I suppose." Our family's money belongs to the people of the domain. I won't let you waste money."

"Yes! Well, I'd like to borrow about six waiters."

Six people... There are a lot.

Is there nothing you can do about it?

"All right. Take the gatekeeper with you. Instead, I will stand at the gate."

"Yes!"

Over the past year, the finances of the 42 wards have grown dramatically richer.

I no longer have to twist my head for money, put up with hunger, or hang on to shame as I used to.

however

It is all thanks to Mr. Jiro that my life has become easier. I can't waste my money.

I want to repay you for your kindness.

In order to do this, we must be able to do the work that Mr. Jiro needs when he needs to do it.

Money, people, ... and me personally.

We always have a system in place to cooperate and provide as Mr. Jiro envisioned. I think that's my own way to repay you.

"Huh... I think the Lord has become two before you know it."

Stand at the deserted main gate and relax your cheeks.

I feel ashamed of myself, and my cheeks relax.

If Mr. Jiro would be our lord, I would settle it in a circle."

I don't know what it is. That's unpleasant!

What is it? What is it is.

What should I do, this feeling...

"………………."

Oh... I wonder what it is. My drinking has gone down a little.

That's a strange word. "Pettanko." Let's make use of it in the future.

Hmm...

I can't believe I'm going to think of this to Estella, or even tell her face-to-face..."

He has served the Claremona family since his great-grandfather's generation, and has served his mother as the lord of the previous generation.

I met Mr. Estella when he was so young that he could hardly speak...

"My life is for the protection of him," I was convinced.

"Even though I was still immature, I learned to work, and while protecting Estella, I was healed more..."

I realized that I was in a privileged environment.

But right after my mother passed away... Honestly, I thought it was all over again.

"My mother, who was in charge of the waiters, disappeared, and the deputy head of the waiters at that time was able to work but not able to move people... the leadership of the building collapsed."

It was a terrible situation, which was said to be the first crisis since the Claremona family started.

At the same time, the previous generation got sick...

The heavy responsibility that followed... Mr. Estella.

He acted bravely and encouraged everyone, saying, "I'm absolutely fine," and, having been with you since I was a child, he was selected as the head waiter as his own right‐hand man.

I had to protect Estella, who worked so hard with such a small body... I put the waiters together in a slightly aggressive way.

Nevertheless, the Forty-two wards were on the edge of a precipice, and they were next to each other in bankruptcy."

"Well... it's changed so much..."

The road in front of the building has been beautifully refurbished as a road leading to the 41st district and beyond.

Bright bricks are set up on either side of the road to illuminate the darkness of the night.

Sometimes I think of it.

"Is this really the 42nd leg?" "Maybe these are not all the dreams that I have in mind."

I was exhausted from overwork, exhausted from overwork, and finally collapsed, and I was dreaming of escaping from reality...isn't it?

However, the history leading up to this point denies it.

Nothing has suddenly changed. I understand that although it was rapid, it was a result of steady, step-by-step accumulation.

"The change in Estella-sama occurred around last year, when we were about to enter the heavy rain season..."

New guilds that don't make sense, such as garbage collection guilds, come back wearing clothes that say, 'It's cheap! It's delicious! It's cute!' and negotiate with the marine guilds to keep seaweed nets...

At first glance, there's more bizarre behavior that makes me wonder if I've caused myself to despair... and one day I'll finally find out why.

"How dare you keep a secret from me, that flatterer..."

Feeling a little angry, I turned to Mr. Estella's office.

"Put!"

I'll send you my resentment with the volume of my voice that you wouldn't hear at all.

With this, you can shrink even a little by little.

"...get along with you guys,"

Suddenly I heard a voice like that, and I looked back in surprise, and found Mr. Jiro standing there.

with a half-dumb face

"We're on good terms. It's as good as ever in recent years."

"And "Putting?"

"We became so intimate that we called him his real name."

"...when did his real name become "Pettanko"?"

"He," is that so?"

It was hard to believe all of a sudden, but I guess Mr. Jiro has forgotten his name, Mr. Estella's... ...and my name.

"Wait a moment, please. I'll help you."

Mr. Estella is at work now.

However, Mr. Jiro's business will take precedence no matter what.

Mr. Estella's case concerning Mr. Jiro is a top priority.

Let's get through quickly and get through with our business.

Mr. Jiro's business... perhaps he's going to fix his memory so that he won't forget Mr. Estella.

I don't know how long it will take, but...

If you don't hurry up, it won't be my turn.

...I believe it.No matter what pain you experience, no matter what the strain is on your body... you'll remember for sure enough.

As you have always done so...

You show us the future we want.

I believe so.

I don't mind the order being a long time later.

When I was about to give him a nod and quit????

"Oh, no, that's all right,"

I was stopped by Mr. Jiro.

Looking back, he looked a little embarrassed... no, he looked a little embarrassed.

......no way.

No, that's not it.

But... I'm looking forward.

I'm sure you'll expect it, but... I can't say it out of my mouth.

All I have to do is to hold my ground and follow Jiro's pace...

"... all right?"

ask straightforwardly in a straightforward voice

That's Jiro's desired reaction.

without showing expectation or anxiety, just businesslikely

"Now I'm here to see you."

"Is that so?"

I can't do it.

I can't be happy here.

Mr. Estella's memory has not yet returned.

I'm sure there are other people who are worried that they haven't recovered their memories yet.

That...

It's because my turn came early... ...leave the Lord alone, and come first... ...isn't it the order that Mr. Jiro thinks is important? Poop! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump! Pump

"Oh, my!"

"Well... I don't hate that honest thing about you, but... you know where to go for?"

Huh!?

I was so upset that I didn't I?

I can't do it.

After meeting Mr. Jiro... I envy him for his free way of life... and it's unbearably dazzling...

I've been longing for...

. . . . . . . . . It's been contagious.

"I'm sorry," Maybe it's too late for the palm fungus to spread all over the body."

"Don't blame others," And don't call it `bacteria.'"

I didn't even think that someone could talk to each other like this...

"Don't you remember my name yet?"

ask point‐blank

I don't seem to like going around.

Since I met Mr. Jiro, I've been confused to discover new selves one after another.

"You're straight,"

"Is it breast? It's impolite. Can't you see this fine curve?"

"I wonder how that happened... in the past year."

Mr. Jiro seems to think that I have changed.

Has it changed so easily?

"You've been rather big for a long time?"

"Yes. It's not there, the point of the story."

Is it not!?

"Well... I can't believe... that he was so seriously ill."

"Will you stop using the breast as a barometer of health? Sometimes I don't talk about it."

`"of the Spirit,"'

"I'm going to rub you, man!"

"Oh, indeed, it is Jiro, isn't it?" I'm a little relieved."

"I'm getting anxious... about your future..."

This kind of conversation will probably end in a word of "bullshit" from the perspective.

But for me...

"Huh..."

It's an unbearably fun time.

While I'm doing this, I'm able to monopolize Jiro's mind -- I think so.

Above all, it's proof that Mr. Jiro hasn't forgotten me.

"Mr. Jillo wants me, doesn't he?"

"Oh, well, I'm here for business, rather than for business."

"Is that so?"

"Yes... your thoughts make you loiter what I want and go very far."

I'm sure you won't get tired of being with me.

as I think of you

"So, would it be all right if I could give you a topic?"

"Oh! Did something interesting happen?"

"I don't care about the disturbing episode in which our Lord heard a rumor that 'If you rub it with sodium bicarbonate, you'll get bigger!' and brought a certain amount of sodium bicarbonate into the bathroom, and, of course, clogged up the drainpipe, and knocked it down with a stick nearby so that we wouldn't be able to see it, and caused a remarkable leak of water, and now all the waiters in the building are in the process of repairing it."

"Is there anything you would like to mention about the matter which makes you and this Lord feel ashamed of?"

"Especially,"

"I don't have any more.

I don't care about that kind of daily life.

I just wanted to break it up.

More than that...

"Do you remember the day when Yashiro and I first met?"

"Oh, I'm sure... it was this place."

the main gate of the Claremona family

so

I met Mr. Jiro here for the first time.

At first I was wary of Mr. Jiro for his visit after dark.

That's the best.

After that, I saw you talking with Estella......

"I really wanted to stab him twice."

"Oh, that's strange," I thought I might be killed about four times."

"It's all right. I don't believe that Mr. Jiro will die in poisoned rainwater.""There's no causal link between your trust and my cardiopulmonary arrest? Or even poisoned, that rainwater!"

"Oh, "poison" doesn't sound very good... it's like a "forced termination drink."

"Yes, it's poison," It's probably a deadly poison."

"He is still the head waiter who protects the lord."

"I suppose you simply didn't like the man who approached you at that time."

"No way! I was just trying to get rid of a suspicious man with a pure, fishy eye!"

"You're coming to my heart-gouging, aren't you?

Hmm... oh, how fun it is!

When I'm facing Mr. Jiro, words are born one after another and slip down my lips.

Every time I do that, I feel like my heart is pounding, and the world is enveloped in happiness.

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It's really strange.

At that time, I just thought that it was a bad insect that approached Estella.

Well, since when did this happen?"

The reason why I began to open my heart to Mr. Jiro instead of looking at him as an enemy...

`--?!?'

I remember and my face got hot.

Well... it was raining heavily and I was working so hard... I got sick.

And he saw through it... ...and put his hand on his forehead...

`--?!?'

...after a short pause...

`--?!?'

"What are you scared of, you know!?"

It can't be helped.

I can't say anything about it, and I can't say anything about it. I can't say anything about it. I can't say anything about it. I can't say anything about it.

I wonder what it is... what it is this feeling.

His cheeks naturally loosen, but his eyebrows drop with some anxiety...

I'm so embarrassed that I can't see my face, but I really want to see my face...

Oh, no! I can't! I can't do it right now.

"Mr. Jiro, please remove your face and bury it."

"I wonder what you mean, your abuse will fly at an unexpected angle."

Say a word and you'll get back.

How 'special' it is!

For me...

As the head waiter, I stand by without speaking until I am called, without uttering useless words, just answering what I was asked for...

But you...

They always make my wish come true.

If you talk to me, he will answer me.

Before I knew it, I was looking for words to see his smile.

How dare you laugh?

What can I say is that I'll please you?

What can I say... ...that you're going to look at me.

Searching for words like that became my daily routine...and more time to reflect on the words you gave me.

You don't need a conversation record.

Your words... always speak to me in my heart over and over again.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry."

"Thank you," he said shyly.

"Don't ask!" with confidence.

a backstop to help someone Support.

That's my province.

I'm happier than anything else to be relied on...

Even if it's hidden behind something.

Even if you haven't looked at me... ...I'm...

"Well, isn't your face red?"

`--?!?'

There was a palm‐like face in front of me.

I wonder if what I've done has become uncharacteristically sentimental... I didn't notice the approach.

Have you caught your guard because you are Mr. Jiro? . . . . .

"Do you have a fever, by any chance?"

With a worried look on his face, Mr. Jiro put his hand... on my forehead.

`--?!?'

Oh, you must have been off your guard.

This is... a state of emergency.

I have a feeling that my pupils are dilating.

Sweat spouts all over my body, my heart contracted to an odd degree, and my breathing was... painful.

Same as before...

At that time... when I opened my heart to Mr. Jiro...

"Don't move a little,"

and, as he did then, with his hands on his cheeks, he pulled his lower eyelid down. . . . .

Staring into my eyes.

Dear Jiro, I've said this before.

"I thought you would kiss me because I touched my cheek."

Why do you do the same thing again now?

And why do you make me think the same thing again now?

...to me, who had opened his heart much more than he had at that time.

"You're a little feverish, after all," Shall I bring you some antipyretic?"

"I don't need an antifebrile, so please give me a disinfectant."

"... haven't you said that before?"

It can't be helped, can't it?

But if you don't say that, you'll be much nicer, right?

You'll be worried about me and look at me as if I'm protecting you, right?

If you do that -- you want to be spoiled.

I'm not as strong as you think I am.

I'd like to jump into your chest right now and say something selfish.

"Remember me."

"Call me your name," he asked.

and--

"If you've inspired me to do so, take responsibility... kiss me."

My carelessness may be due to my desire.

I didn't allow him to approach me because I was careless. I didn't allow him to touch me.

I might have been relieved of my guard because I wanted you to do so.

I don't mind being a little aggressive.You can be gentlemanly smart.

It doesn't have to be as awkward as a boy who doesn't even know love.

I want you to hug me.

But you can't say that, can you?

That's why I talk nonsense.

I'm looking for words that will make you dumbfounded.

I'm the head waiter.

a supporter and supporter

You're a good laughing stock if I'm supported.

"I don't have a fever".

"Is it true?"

"Would you like to use "Spiritual Judgment"?

"Yes, sir,"

The reason why you trust me like this is because I do my duty faithfully as a waiter.

What Mr. Jiro wants from me is... skill and discretion to do his job properly.

Anything else...

"Take a break once in a while. If you don't mind me, I'll go out with you."

「…………」

You really...

"... do you want to ruin me?"

Why are you so kind to me?

I don't know you.

"I can only see the significance of existence when I do my job. Play with me, etc.

"I don't know how meaningful it is,"

When I tried to deny myself, Mr. Jiro interrupted me and said... he gave me this.

"I enjoy being with you. and that alone is sufficiently meaningful."

... oh, it's going to be ruined.

No matter how desperate you are, you can't compete with this man.

Is that okay?

I don't know much about how to be spoiled, so I'm sure I'm not good at it?

You don't know when to stop, so you'll be spoiled indefinitely, right?

"Don't be too kind. -- it makes me want to be spoiled."

You know, it's already getting out of control.

I want you to mind.

You know that obvious ulterior motive that you want me to care about you is oozing throughout the words.

And you're quick to understand that'said you.

"That's all right, if you're spoiled,"

...that's what he says.

You'll take me.........

"Sometimes try to spoil me as much as you can,"

That's why I'm ruined.

If I spoil myself now... ...I'm going to go back and I can't do it's impossible.

I put my head on Jiro's shoulder.

Ah... Jiro's temperature comes from his forehead.

Slowly, slap twice on the back of the head.

…spill out

It's like a shadow of a supporting actor swooping out into the middle of the stage... ...even with a comical ending...I can't stop it anymore.

Dear Jiro... Look at me.

"Remember me..."

Whatever you say... ...speak to me alone.

"My name... please call me."

And... if it will come true...

If you inspired me to do so, take responsibility... kiss me...

"... Natalia,"

`--?!?'

Remember me... call my name...

"I'm sorry to have made you uneasy." Now that I remember it, don't worry about it."

... oh!

I'm no match for him after all the same.

When it comes to the right time, it always results...

You remembered me...

You called me again, didn't you?

Just as I wanted...

I get ecstatic, uncharacteristically... a little bold.

Mr. Jiro's lips... ...my lips...

Blank!

"Hot!"

You don't think so. Mr. Jiro brushed my head away.

be tossed away, swirled, and crumpled to the ground

......not.

That's not it, me.

It's impossible.

Just by imagining it, I feel like my body temperature has soared by about 10 degrees.

If you kiss me......

"Oh, my God!"

"Why, Natalia!"

There's nothing we can do about it! There's nothing I can do about it.

You're going too far in order.

He took me out into the sun, which was just a shadow. He kept a good eye on me, too.

That's all right, isn't it?

Trying to monopolize it.........

Things have their turn.

You have to take steps . . . .

So...

"Mr. Jiro..."

"What?"

"I'll keep an exchange diary!"

"... Let's see, from Mendoi, pass."

Ah... that dumbfounded face... ...that's frustrating, I feel better.

I happened to find a little seed lying under the palm of Jiro.

I wonder if it's the seed of evil grass.

...hmm. Now I'll never forget myself.Well, let's be satisfied this time.

So just one last word.

"Put!"

"So why did you stir it up?"

I turned my frustration at myself into an outburst and drove it into the office where Mr. Estella was.

And if Mr. Jiro will laugh as usual... I'm satisfied with that now.

Now--

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