Chapter 26: 26 Episode 24: Wheat bread has been baked

Place your teeth just in the middle of the boiled corn, scrape off the corn grains with your front teeth as you rotate them, and hold your cheek silently. 　Then, as his mouth fills, he swings his cheeks, and Magda breathes satisfactorily. ".........delicious.""Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh　A woman who gazes at Magda, which nibbles at corn with her cheeks puffed up, with a criminal look on her face. 　What's this? It's Magda. Are you really a tiger? Are you mixed with rodent blood?　The rain has not stopped at all, and the whole city is still dim today. 　The theft in the 30th district has been the end of the day, and Umaro, whose work has been suspended since yesterday, has been in the Yodamari-tei all morning. 　I'll charge you for a seat. It's about 10Rb an hour. 　After having lunch, Janbold and Gooseya went home after receiving their lunch boxes for the night. 　I hear you're going to take care of your work tools because it's a holiday. If the tools rust because of the long rain, it's a big deal. "... learn a little from me, the leader of the color blur.""What!? Excuse me! Oyla doesn't need to take care of her every day, so it's okay even with such a long rain! Rather, I hope they learn to take care of her every day.""Hmm. You're important.""You're rather great, Oira!"　Then you're not looking at the little girl all day long. 　I'm really going to give you a ban on approaching more than a few meters, Conoyaro. "... Jiro, this is very delicious.""Well, that's a relief. Say thank you to Umaro from so far away.""Why from afar!"　It's a waste of some sort, stupid guy. "... Jillo,""Huh?""………………Do you want to eat?"　He says so and offers me the corn that he is just biting. 　. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah!　It's mainly you. 　Well, that's right. "Magda, you're a girl, so you shouldn't be too sticky with men or sharing your food like that.""...why?"　If you don't have a sense of crisis, you'll be taken advantage of by a pervert reserve like Umaro, right? "It's because you're important.""...Magda?""Oh, so this is my request. Will you listen?""………………."　Most importantly, if you get sticky in public, you can provoke additional antipathy. 　I don't want to bother me. 　It's almost impossible to tell from his expression whether my words have arrived or not."　For a moment Magda muttered again in a low voice. ".........yes,"　The second murmur sounded heartless and joyful. 　He looked so expressionless that I might have misunderstood him. "...will do good,"　I think that's what I said when I didn't intend to do my best, but... well, I think it's a positive. 　I'm relieved for the time. 　...for if I were asked in front of the women, "Do you have pants?" or "Do you want to lick my armpits?" I might not be able to walk down the street at night. 　We don't sell fights to the gangsters. This is a common rule in the world. "Oh, it's about time,"　There is no clock in the Yodamari-tei. No, there is one. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."　In this city, time is measured by church bells. 　The first is four in the morning, followed by eight, twelve, and then four in the evening. 　And how do you keep time at the Yodamari-tei... it's an hourglass. 　There's a huge hourglass sitting on the corner of the counter that will fall in four hours. 　The outer frame is firmly fixed, and only the sandy body is designed to operate. 　Iron bars are attached to the upper and lower halves of the outer frame, which is connected to the inner frame that secures the hourglass. 　This causes the gourd-shaped glass hourglass to spin upside down. 　There are three lines on the surface of the hourglass, each representing an hour. 　There seems to be no problem if you can check everything every hour, and it doesn't seem to be able to give more minute or second from there. 　Every time the church bell rings, Jeanette is spinning this big hourglass. 　I always think that the scene is like a scene from a fantasy movie. 　Although my vibration-charged watch is much more powerful and functional...I've had a habit of watching time with this huge hourglass these days. 　The reduction of sand has made it possible to read up to a few minutes. "Well, Mr. Jiro. I've been curious about it for a while..."　Jeanette, who was busy cleaning the dining room, stopped working and came to me. 　The shirt that Jeanette is wearing now????Yodamari-tei Main Store　　It's cheap! It's delicious! It's cute!　　Stir-fried vegetables 20Rb~!!　　　It's open in 42 wards!!　　open all year round　　If you don't come, it's a loss! Please invite your friends and family to come!　be sewn with the letter 《主に英国で用いられる》' 　Each piece is cut into a letter and sewn together.Or rather another version of the guy I lent Estella. 　Yesterday, after Estella left, Jeanette was so envious that I couldn't even get rid of her... she was so envious that I couldn't cook and clean up... she was so envious that I couldn't say anything about it... I made it for her. 　I got a dress for Jeanette in the morning and sewed letters on it. 　At that time, Jeanette looked sad and said, "Oh... you're going to make it out of my clothes." But that would suit me better, and I don't have that much clothes. 　Also... I want you to stop sniffing or something. 　That's why Jeanette has been wearing a shirt advertised by Yodamari-tei for a long time. 　I have something to ask you. 　What makes you so happy? Your uniform is definitely cuter. 　Apparently today's Jeanette will spend her day in a promotional shirt. 　Starting tomorrow, I'm going to wear a uniform while I'm working, and I'm going to wear a promotional shirt when I'm in my private life. ... Well, I don't think it's a good idea. "And what was it?""What have you been doing, Mr. Jiro? You seem to be going out a lot."Did you pick up and eat?"　Who's eating and picking? 　That's why a guy with little imagination... runs smoothly. It's no exaggeration to say that running to a baby with only "tsuru" and "petty" milk, rather than a giant milk with infinite potential for shape change due to size, shape, elasticity, pressure, etc., is a real indication of a lack of information processing power. "I've made something good in my backyard. I'm taking it on trial today."　It was raining so much that I couldn't go around the farmers who were absent from work because of the rain, so I had a lot of time on my hands. 　So I was looking for a storeroom with Jeanette's permission to do something about it... and I discovered a very good thing. 　His name is... firebrick. 　It's excellent enough to withstand a high temperature of 1,200 degrees. 　I used the bricks to build a kiln. 　I'm going to bake some bread. 　Rice is now available and we can eat delicious food every day. 　Then it's human beings who want to eat bread this time. 　The bread in this town is not very tasty, but expensive. 　Black bread is hard enough to be classified as a blunt instrument, and white bread costs 70Rb on top of its cuscus. 　Honestly, I can't do it. 　So, if so, we have no choice but to make it. 　If you can't stand what's there, you have to create it yourself. 　I couldn't get yeast, so I decided to make some natural fermentation bread for the time. 　When I was in Japan, I was taught how to make it. I put flour, water and salt in a sterilized boiling water container and slowly ferment it at around 26℃, but it was so difficult that it failed in Japan. But now it's completely fermented and baked in a stone kiln. After all, it's worthwhile when you're cornered. 　The god of food must have felt a strong desire not to eat black bread like a stone. 　I'm looking forward to tasting it now. 　If things go well, we may be able to offer bread at a lower price than the bakeries. 　Besides, if you make a proper stone kiln, you'll be able to make something like pizza. 　This could create a little bit of a little movement. 　The bricks were kept in the shed, but there were not many, so this time we made a small stone kiln that looked like a trial. 　This kiln could be used to make more bricks. 　Maybe the day will come when it will be renewed as Delivery Pizza Yodamari-tei. 　Anyway, now we have to make sure the bread is baked. 　I've been preparing bread and stone kilns for a long time since morning. 　It's definitely going well. 　Today, in the Forty-second Ward, or, no, in this city, in All Bloom, a new history will be made. "I'll make you witness to history.""...I have a bad feeling about it, but... what are you going to do?""Are you tired, Magda? You can rest in your room today.""Wow! I'm having so much fun! I can't think of anything you're going to do! I'm having fun!"　Oh, my God. He can't read the atmosphere. 　Well, good. You'd better be surprised to see my special bread. "Well, don't go for a second,"　I open the dining room door with an umbrella in my hand. 　There was Estella in front of the door. 　He's opening up the clothes I lent him yesterday and keeping his face close. ".........sniff?""Wow!? Hey, Jillo!"　It was such an unexpected encounter that I listened to it. 　No, I'm sure you'll hear this, anyone. "I don't mean to interfere with your peculiar habits, but don't do it in front of you.""Bah, you're stupid!? Oh, no, who can't smell it?"　It's you, you! You smelly ghost! "I was making sure my clothes were clean and clean. Really!"　Well, that's what I'll do. "Really!""Do you understand?""I don't know..."　Why am I being blamed?"And where are you going?""It's the backyard,""... did you pick up and eat?"　... these guys, by all means. "Come in and wait. I'll show you something good now.""... 'Good stuff'? I have a bad feeling about it.""What kind of person do you think I am?"　impertinence 　They're quite impolite. "I'll go with you,""No, it's raining. Come in.""It's all right. I have an umbrella.""I'll be back soon. Go inside."　I ignore Estella and head for the backyard. "Wait a minute... ...wow!?"　I heard a splash of water just behind me. 　Looking back..."...cold,"　Estella had her feet caught in the mud and lay on her back in the puddle. "...go in and change your clothes, eh?""...yes. I will."　Saying it weakly, Estella walked into the dining room. "Oh, Mr. Estella. Come here... What's wrong with you, your outfit!"　I hear Jeanette's insane voice and the door closes. 　I wonder if Estella stinks, or if the muddy ground is bad... It's dangerous to have muddy feet. At least we can't use asphalt in front of the store. 　I came to the backyard, poorly drained, sticky like clay, and limped by the slick mud. 　A simple wall and roof are built near where the firewood used to be used to repair chairs is placed, and the wind and rain are outweighed. It feels like cooking rice. 　When I approached, I could smell the sweet smell of baking wheat. 　The warm air touches the skin. 　I opened the iron door to cover the kiln, watching out for burns. 　Inside the stone kiln, well-ordered, round bread was baking. 　Pick one up and toss a bite of hot bread into your mouth. 　............Yeah! It's delicious!　Since there is no baking powder, it is not as fluffy bread as it is sold in Japan, but it is fermented properly and you can feel the sweetness of wheat. 　It's delicious. That's the kind of bread that makes you feel that way. "All right, will you take this back?"　I put the baked bread in the basket I brought and covered it with a cloth so that it wouldn't get wet. 　It's Red Riding Hood's feeling to visit her grandmother's house. 　I'll go back to the dining room, being careful not to have a disaster along the way. 　When I entered the dining room, I found two people lined up wearing clothes with advertisements for Yodamari-tei. 　What a surreal sight! "Did you wear that outfit again?""But it can't be helped!? My clothes got wet when I fell down."　I've come back to return what I borrowed and I'm wearing it again. 　What's wrong with him?"Well, I'll give you a bite. It might change the history of Yodamari-tei, a new product.""Oh, you're very confident.""Well, it's nothing new. You can't miss it."　Bread makes sandwiches and hot dogs. 　The menu is expected to widen. "Yasilo, what did you make? I want to see it soon!""...expectations."　Jeanette and Magda are fidgeting into my basket. 　Yeah. That's a good reaction. 　Umaro also seems to be intrigued and leaned forward. 　So, shall we go for the unveiling? "Look! This is the natural fermented bread specially made by Ova palmro!"　As he spoke, he pulled out the cloth hung on the basket. 　Small copepans crammed tightly into the basket, beautiful contrast between bright wheat and soft pure white. 　Everyone's eyes were on the freshly baked bread, and the cheers of "Wow!"......I can't hear it. 　What's going on?　The air is kind of... ...strange, isn't right.　The atmosphere of the dining room is heavy. 　Jeanette's smile hardens, Estella's expressionless, Umaro's strange sweat drips, Magda's empty eyes... Is Magda as usual? "Ya... shiro... san... oh, uh...."　It was Jeanette who opened her mouth nervously in the heavy air. "Oh, this is... what on earth?""No... bread... but?""Where did you get it?""Huh? Oh, I made it.""...!? Well... how...?""How... ...make a stone kiln in the backyard...""Confession!"　Jeanette screams in earnest, not in her usual harsh but gentle tone. "Jillo! Do you know what you've done?""Huh? No, I mean... I don't think you understand very well...""...Jillo, criminal.""What!? What, Magda!? Don't speak ill of me!""No, it's not like hearsay... this is... seriously, it's not like fashion."　What's going on?　What's going on?　I don't understand what it means. "What shall I do, what shall I do, what shall I do, what shall I do, what shall we do?""All right, calm down, Jeanette!""... Jillo... ...why are you doing this?""Hey! Someone explain! What did I do?"　I was a little irritated by the extraordinary atmosphere, and I couldn't help but yell at him in a strong tone. 　Jeanette looked at me with frightened eyes, and Umaro looked as blue as if she were about to faint, and Magda looked as dazed as ever. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."Tell me, Estella! What's wrong with me!""Yasilo probably didn't know... ...it's a felony to make bread in this city."　Well... what?"Making bread... a felony?"　I don't understand the meaning at all."In addition, it is a crime to forge bread kilns.""What!"　What's that?　What crime are you charged with? 　If I bake bread, will it bother anyone?"Well, anyway! Let's talk to the Sister!"　Jeanette scrambles over the counter and disappears into the kitchen. "Woomaro, I'm sorry, but please don't say anything else about this case.""No, I can't tell you. The Yodamari-tei is already a place for the Oylas to relax, and above all, it's a place with a special and renovated feeling. And Mr. Yashiro didn't do it out of spite, and I'm sure he'll be forgiven! Oira believes so!"　To be honest, my mind still hasn't come to grips with the situation. 　But...　The only thing I felt was a sense of crisis that was going to happen. "Do you mean by any chance that you are in breach of a contract with Panguilde or something?""It's not a guild. It's not such a small story.""Well... then...?"　Before I could choose the words to spit out, Estella crowded me in and blocked me. 　He grabbed me by the chest and drew me tightly. 　A fierce stare glares at me. "The interests of bread are in the hands of the church.""Teaching, meeting...?""In this city, it is the Church that has more power than the lords of each ward, the royal family of the Central ward, and everyone else. The rules of this city are that all the churches that hold the Spirit on their heads decide. If you go against the Church, you can't live in this city.""Well, what does it have to do with bread?""To bake bread, you need church permission. Even with permission, you can't bake bread twice a month without the church's instructions. Of course, bread is taxed considerably."　You need permission to bake bread?"What if it's not enough?""I'll ask the church... though that would require a considerable 'donation'.""...money-worship, that's the height of it.""Don't say too many things,"　Estella's finger is put around my neck. "If I were an ardent believer... you would have lost your life now?"　if this finger were a knife . . . . . .　That's horrifying. 　But... I see. 　Bread, a staple food, is essential to life. 　If people seize their rights under the cover of power, they will not be able to go further against the church, because when bread is gone, people will starve. 　With this increased power as a shield, he wields new power...　It's a tricky system you can't get out of again if you get stuck in it. It's impossible to reverse it without a mass uprising of people. And I don't mean to do that to the people here. "Bread and kilns are valuable items under the watch of the church. Smuggling, smuggling and trafficking deserve severe punishment.""...make amends with death?""But most of them are exonerated by making large donations."　It's a fine, isn't it? 　I've ravaged our isle, so I'm telling you to put it right down to me. What's the point? If I say no, I'm going to be locked up in the office by a tough young man? I can't laugh. 　It's corrupt politics. Politics in this country rot. "That's the rule of the city. It's all right to do whatever you want with unique ideas, but... to expand your knowledge of who you shouldn't go against. ... There are countless things in the city that we can't defend."　What a city! 　Is it the Roman Empire? 　Is it that the aristocracy is respected above all else, and the common people are simply swayed by the whims of the aristocracy. 　After all, I don't think I'll like this city god. 　If the omnipotent God is truly just and loving, he should purge the church from the top, immersed in money and power. 　If you don't notice the rotting smell coming out of your feet, either your nose is bent or it's rotten enough to emit the same smell. 　Well, who is the god of this city? "Yasilo! Let's wear this to church right now!"　Coming back in a flurry, Jeanette was dressed in something like a poncho with some sort of grandiose decoration. Is it a robe? 　Jeanette's innocent face, combined with this weather, makes her look a little stylish Teltel priest. ... You want me to wear it, too?"This is a holy robe to purify sins. If you wear it and make a sincere confession, Mr. Alvi will have mercy. Now, Mr. Jillo, I will accompany you, and go to church!"　I thought, really, that Jeanette was a devout al-Vistan. 　Suddenly I saw Womaro kneeling on the floor and praying hand in hand. Is this Alvistan too? 　And Magda was... gnawing at corn. 　Ah, it's kind of calming, that kind of feeling. "Even if you're not a church believer, you'd better go and apologize.""If you want to live in this city,""Why don't you say no?""It's annoying for Jeanette".　...give me a bad return. "All right. Whether it's confession or a fine... Oops, is it a 'donation'? Anyway, I'll do whatever I tell you."　Only those with that qualification should confront power.No matter how hard you try to argue, you can't do anything to the helpless citizens; you'll only be unhappy if you stand up against them. 　...but I can quietly store that anger. 　When that quiet anger builds up to the full tank and shakes the needle... the powerful are put on the table looking back on their past. 　If there's room for extenuating.........if there's no room for extenuating........."But before that, I'd like to make sure that I don't make the same mistakes in the future.""What are you going to do?""I'd like to find out the definition of bread. How much is it included in bread? What's good and what's bad?"　If you can't eat bread, why don't you eat naan. 　I'd like to know if "it's not bread, it's not bad" works, though no one has said. "Well, I'll take only what I can bring, and I'll explain it over there.""All right..."　Oh, it's been a long time, this heavy feeling...　I feel the same as when I was called to the staff room. Oh, my gosh. 　I couldn't help it, so I decided to go to church with some baked bread and some of the bread I had prepared. "Woomaro, I'm sorry, but will you stay with Magda?""Oh, no, that's fine, but... what should I do when the guests come?""Please respond with a smile.""No, no, no, no, no!?""... Jillo,""Huh? What is it, Magda?""... I'll go with Magda. I can't leave Jiro alone.""Is that so?""...yes,""Well... well, I can't help it. Umaro. Please take care of me alone.""I don't know what it means!?" We can close the store, right?"Stupid!"　I reprimand Womaro, who messes with Dada, and point to Estella's chest. 　It's written in big letters like this. "All year round""It would be a lie to close the shop,""It's okay to open it again today!? It's not closed!""I would be sad if a customer had come and the shop was closed!""Even if the shop is open, it's the same if there's no one in the shop!"　Come on, you little fool!　I gently push Magda on the back, indignant. 　Magda, who stepped forward, turned her innocent eyes at the womalo, and then tilted her head and said in a penetrating voice. "...can't you?""You coward, Mr. Jiro! That's coward!"　slap Magda on the back "...can't you?""Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh　humming 　Umaro is a good guy, after all. 　I'll give you a handkerchief with a portrait of Magda next time. "Well, shall we go?""...you are not the face of a man who is going to confess, are you?"　Estella looks very tired for some reason. 　You shouldn't do it with your face, should you? 　Led by a strangely mysterious-looking Jeanette, we went side by side to church. 　There was no one in the rainy city, just noisy drops of rain falling from the heavy sky. 　The sky looks like it's going to sink into the bottom of the water. 　By the time I got to the church, I was crawling under my feet with rain and mud. 　When I entered the lounge, Bertina greeted me. It seems like it's time for my children to take a nap. 　Jeanette tells Bertina the situation with a mysterious look. 　...it's kind of exciting. 　I wonder if they're going to get in trouble... ...for example, "donations."　Then we'll have to work it out somehow... Well, if that's the case, I'll tell you from the beginning. "That's not good. Yes, fine," whatever you think. 　As I began to raise my head in my heart, Bertina looked at me. 　Her eyes, which are too beautiful, look at me like jewels. 　My heart is almost creaking. 　What's this tension... ...that the spirit of the Sister is so great..."... Mr. Yashiro, I've heard of you.""Yes."　The saliva disappears from the mouth and dries dry. 　My words are stuck in my throat and I can't come out well. 　This feeling of oppression... ...that's a good match for a physical education teacher. "Oh, I can't. Mes!""What about .........?""But if you didn't know it, it can't be helped. This time, I will forgive the crime with remorse and confession."　Oh... that's all?"Oh, you know... Sister,""Well, that's all right, Jeanette, too, seems to be distressed as far as Mr. Jiro is concerned... and it's clear to everyone that he's not malicious.""...what!"　Her words bring tears to Jeanette's eyes. "Sister.........thank you!"　He bowed his head vigorously, and tears flew into the air. 　The glittering particles of light fluttered around the Jeanette before gently descending to the floor."Yasilo".　Slowly, Estella whispered. "You're grateful for Jeanette's tears. I think she helped me a lot this time.""If you forgive me for crying, I'll cry as much as I can,"　He is very good at pretending to be crying and reflecting on himself. "The purity of your tears is different, you and Jeanette,""Hey! Don't speak ill of Jeanette's tears.""Why do you think you're winning? You're too brazen."　Estella sighs in amazement. 　However, should I just say thank you? 　Well, for pure tears. "I'm sorry... Thank you, Jeanette.""No. I'm sorry I didn't tell you first.""No, I don't think so,""No. Mr. Yashiro said he knew nothing about the city... but he forgot to tell me such a basic thing... I'm sorry."　I was somehow apologized. "That's the wrong way to go. If you're to blame, I'm to blame for acting rashly, even though I didn't know it. Just raise your head.""Yes, let's confess together later."　d*mn... I've been made to plead guilty. I was going to get away with it because "this confusing system is bad."　Is this not it? Is it a new kind of guidance?　I don't think you've got a good ride on me, do you?　You Jeanette... After all, he's not like any other guy. 　There's nothing better to be careful about. "So, Mr. Jiro,"　Bertina comes before me with a sweet smile. "Did you bring the bread you made?""Oh, this is the case... Oh, no. ...that's it is."　The moment I spoke informally, my eyes, which looked like Bosatsu (Bodhisattva), shone brightly. 　You have to be polite in front of this person. ...I wish I didn't want to shorten my life. "Can you show me?""Oh, come on,"　pass a basket of bread to Bertina 　"Well," exclaimed Bertina, taking the cloth off the basket and looking inside. "You've done a great job. The baker's guild is a shambles, too.　be highly praised 　But the reason why I'm not so happy is probably because I'm almost a criminal. "It smells good and looks really good."　Shining drops glide gracefully down from Bertina's neat mouth. 　and you're not drooling!Those who bring them to church and exorcise their sins will be returned to the world's cycle under the guidance of the spirit god.'"... you mean?""It's a waste, so why don't we eat it?"　He's really greedy!?　I don't know why the sister is like this?　It's a secret, isn't it?　Don't you all worship the spirits of the dead bend your navel when you eat them with such joy?"There is no sin in the food, and I think it's equally sinful to waste food as it is to injure living things, and it's also sinful to play with them in front of something like that.""The last one is what you really mean, right?"　Well, it's irritating to throw it away..."Then have some,""Are you sure!"　No, I don't mind... can you refuse in this way?""I'm sorry, sir. I seem to have pressed you for something like that.　I did!? Because I was pressing for Metcha!　Even Magda wasn't that obvious!　When Bertina bit into the bread, she happily broke off. "Oh... this is definitely bread. It's completely out. It's sinful. It's delicious."　Finally, my true feelings are blank. 　Well, I think you should be happy to eat it anyway.""Then where are you going to stop going out?""No bread.""What about Nan?""...what?""And pizza and stuff like that."...'Piza'?""Baking wheat in a stone kiln is the same, but I don't think it's bread.""It's hard. I don't know what 'what' or 'pizza' is, and it's hard to say.""But it's hard to explain..."　To explain naan, I can only say that it's flat bread and curry. 　Well, I don't know what to do..."Well, let's make it a trial,""Hey! What happened to the smuggling problem.　You can't make it!?"It is also the church's precious role to save the troubled lamb's heart."　I'm sure you're the one who's worried. "What does it taste like?" "I'd like to eat it." "Then, if you come to Yodamari-tei, I'll use a stone kiln to make various things.""Outside the church, it's hard to get rid of... but it's hard to get to God's mercy.""Well, I'm afraid I didn't...""However, if the sky is covered with such thick clouds, the eyes of the Spirit may be blocked and the eyes may be overlooked."　Do you want to do whatever you want!?"So, for once only, will you give me permission to use the stone kiln to solve my difficult questions?""I can't give you permission to do so. It's a great thing for a single Sister to exercise such authority. But I can do it if I, as a forerunner, accept the excessive power of youth.""... you mean?""Do as much as you can and confess later."　This man... can I tell you a sister?　Or, because she's beautiful, you don't think she'll be forgiven for anything.""... Sister...."　Jeanette is looking at Bertina as if she were in trouble. 　I see. That's what he's always been like. I could tell by Jeanette's expression. "No more, Jeanette. Don't look like that. And you know, it's written on it."　Jeanette's response, perhaps, is also familiar, as Bertina dodged with an unconcerned smile and pointed her finger at the shirt Estella was wearing. "'Please invite your friends and family to come.' I think it's Jeanette's family, but isn't Jeanette's?""No, no... Uh...."　When Jeanette is told that, she'll be unable to say anything back. 　He looked at me in embarrassment without a word of objection. "This is a relief to me. Mr. Bertina is going to do humanitarian work... Is that all right?""Yes, you're Jiro-san. He's very understanding."　Bertina smiled contentedly and went into her office. She seemed to have gone to get her cloak. "I hope Mr. Bertina isn't around, and the children who wake up from their nap are not surprised.""Oh, I think that's all right..."　Jeanette answers my concerns with a look of embarrassment. "It's a common occurrence.　a sister beltina 　He seems to be more wild than I thought. 　I feel like I'm going to be able to say good things and get away with the punishment of course. 　If you feed Bertina, she'll do you a lot of expediency."　With Sister Bertina, whose appetite and faith seemed to be a little better than ours, we walked back to the Yangdamari-tei in the heavy rain. 　There was a larger pool of water around the entrance, partly because of the large number of people coming in and out. The soil must have dented a little. 　I opened the door thinking that I should do something about it????"Yasilo! Everyone! I've been waiting for you!"　--the womalo greeted me vigorously. `I'm in trouble because a customer came!'"Guest?"　Some guys have changed in this heavy rain. 　I looked behind the womalo... there was a family, father and mother, and son and daughter, all of whom had round faces and round ears, and looked like weasels. 　The weasel-like adorable family sat round the table with their backs curled up. 　I withdrew in spite of the unnatural gloom. 　No matter how long the rain lasts, the whole family will not let out such a gloomy aura.""Oh, my God!"　As I was frozen under a somber aura, Jeanette spoke cheerfully to the family behind me. "Welcome. Welcome to Yodamari-tei!"　The family looked up and slowly turned to the familiar phrase. 　And he said this with his fleeting eyes like a candlelight before it went out. "I'm sorry...Only one portion of stir-fried crape vegetables, will you?"　Seeing the scene, I was screaming in my heart. 　Is it a bowl of kakesoba?　　--and

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