Chapter 292: 292 Episode 204: Burns up and burns out

"What are you crying about, my knight?"

Libeka peeps into me squatting down and makes a carefree voice.

You and your right arm were digging through my spirit!

...I'm tired now.

"Well, Bartha," All the men on the way here had fainted, do you know what it is it is?"

"Well, I don't know,"

"They are the poor victims of the Miniska!"

Bertha still wears a crimson miniskirt. I'm barefoot. Every time I almost flipped the hem of my skirt in the wind, I felt an urge to scream into the sky. 'Don't be too much!'--and

`But, my knight,' I didn't expect you to come to see me so soon -- as I promised you."

Rebekah laughs cheerfully.

"Isn't my Knight an eagle?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

How did you know the Showa word for a young girl like this? ...I know, it's the joke of Forced Translation Magic, anyway.

"Well, my knight is cute," The eagle has a good feeling toward you. You can be happy."

"Thank you,"

I called Libeka to talk about love and love, but I don't think so.

He is nine years old and looks five years old.

Even if you say, "I like someone," it only makes me feel like I'm listening to the jokes of my relative's little girl.

It's hard to tell him that I really fell in love with him.

"My knight! You can go out with him if you like!"

`You're not going to make such a remark as to surprise me.

"The ""play"" you refer to is a game called ""Onigo"" or ""Hide-and-seek""

"Oh, you, Libeka,"

I casually knock off my extended hand to give him a good slap on the head, and Estella interrupts me.

...it hurts me a little.

"Do you think about the future? Like this, for example... marriage?"

"I'd like to do it before it's too late,"

Libekah points to Bartha, saying it's too late.

Oh, don't step over a huge mine, you know.

"Ho-ho... maybe my spring is just around the corner."

A cursed wink came from Versa, who dyed her cheeks plum-colored, and she avoided it with an inabower. ...it was dangerous. If I hadn't seen an Ano movie, I might have hit you directly. I don't know what's useful in the world.

"Do you have any conditions that you want from your partner?"

"What? Is Estella interested in an eagle's view of marriage?"

"Oh, no, look! Love bananas are fun, right?

"Hmm! That's right! You should be as good as a girl as a love banana! As expected, Estella! You know!"

"Ahhhaha.

You can see the exhaustion of Estella's spirit by saying what is convenient on the spot.

Well, I don't think it's a problem because I don't mean anything... ...that might be the first step toward becoming a swindler... yuck.

"But when it comes to marriage, there are many problems."

"Is it a problem?"

"Yes,"

Rasping her ears, Libeka tries hard to make a difficult face that looks as grim as a little girl.

"In the case of the Eagle, we must find a husband-in-law to take over this factory."

"... ah,"

Estella's mouth opens wide and her eyes look at her in a state of agitation.

...I see. Libeka is the number one rice malt factory.

I'm not in a position to get married.

......if you let Filman know, he's going to throw out the lord, simple as that.

"Why, let's not get married! Are you interested in socializing?"

Whoa!?

Estella put off a difficult problem!?

Are you sure you're trying to get along with Firman, putting the matter of husband-in-law to the top of course.

Surely we could settle the dispute with BU before the problems of marriage and so on are revealed... ...and that will certainly bring disaster to us in the future."

The problem you put off is something you put on yourself at the wrong time, with many times more trouble and power.

"I'm not interested in seeing you..."

Riveca, shaking her ears, declares herself in a midafternoon female office worker-like manner.

`You haven't met him,'

He's nine years old, you know.

I can only think of what I'm saying.

"If you go to the sandbox, you'll find yourself rolling about, will you, sir?"

Your age is as good as a word or two, isn't it?

"I'm not interested in kids who are crazy about playing with sand."

Hey, I'm nine years old! I look five years old!

"At least five or more older men are better." Eagles are more mature than their contemporaries."

"Five!"

Estella's eyes twinkle, "Cuppy!"

No, indeed, Filman is fourteen years old and five years older than Libeka!

Of all the negative factors, there was only one item that matched.

It's a losing battle in total.

`I'd rather be forty to fifty years younger!'

"Shut up, Versa. And you've got the cheek to do it."

What you envision is not love, but hunting.

"Yasilo, what should I do?"

Estella has been whispering to me in this unfavorable situation.

No, I was like, "Oh my gosh..."

I was wondering what to say when Estella continued to whisper.

"Do you want to ask?""Listen, what?"

"Who do you like?"

There's a hint that Libeka has someone she likes...

a man with a strong attachment to church The kind of guy Libekah wants to see for a reason... if he's a one-sided lover, he's out.

Should I make that clear before Filman comes?

If you talk about your love for a different man in front of you... here's where Filman could be called to heaven.

"Well, shall we listen to it?"

"Well,"

Estella and I agreed.

First, ask Filman privately.

After that... well, we'll have to make a mistake.

That's all right. Firman is out of love.

Donis would be in a better mood if he could put an end to the love that didn't come true, and inspire his lordship.

And if I could comfort the daughter of many good families who are candidates for a bride... oh, it's all settled in a circle!

Good! Let's go with this!

Filman, you, flurr!

For us!

"Estera, think of words of encouragement."

"...that's rich, after all..."

Estella must have come to the same idea as me.

His wry smile oozes guilt.

But I can't change my back.

Filman just needs to work hard in the future, and what we need now is Donis' cooperation.

Donis's top priority is to get in a good mood.

So don't cry, Filman.

The wound of love is the pain of youth. You'd better experience it.

"The rest is to be careful not to make the wound as deep as possible."

"Well, Mr. Donnerty would be angry if he couldn't make a comeback."

"If you let it sit for a while in a state of depression..."

"...I think you can talk him around like, 'Mr. Donnerty is the only one who can cheer him up and walk with him into the future.'"

"That's it,"

We plot together and we nod to each other.

I've made up my mind.

Goodbye, Filman!

"Rebecca," You go to church...

"Why is Natalia hiding there?"

"...what?"

Looking back, I can't see Natalia.

...but Libekas certainly pointed to the horns where the Natalians were hiding.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . How did you find out?

"Natalia is a funny fellow, and I like eagles." I'm going to call you soon."

"Oh, ... Natalia is..."

"Why, Estella? Did you fight?"

"No, no... not particularly so..."

"Then I'm going to call you,"

"What!"

"It's more fun to be with you."

"Oh, come on, Libekah!?"

With a hopping -- Libeka dances to the corner where Natalia is hiding.

By the time Estella turned around to stop her, Libeka had already reached the corner.

Rabbit girl, are you running fast?

As I hurried after her, there was Natalia with a look of surprise, Libekah with a smiling face, and Filman, who suddenly came before her and froze. ... Hey, Filman, are you alive?

"Why, hide-and-seek? Eagles are actually genius at hide-and-seek! You can deal with them if you want."

Natalia looks at us with a wry smile.

Unusually, they are asking me for help.

"Oh... I was actually going to surprise Libeka, but she didn't fall for it." I'm sorry."

"Huh! How sweet of you to surprise an eagle! The Eagle is a good-natured woman."

Rebekah smiles in a huffy mood.

For the time being, I'll lift it up and let this situation go. Children are saved because they are easy to ride on.

At that moment, he looks at Filman, "Are you all right?"

Apparently he noticed it, he lifted his hands wide and made a circle of "○" overhead -- and his arms passed over his head, forming a large "x" in front of his chest. ...can't you?

The mouth is opening and closing pointlessly. It's like a carp..."Only for love?" That's noisy.

"Hmm? Who is that boy?"

`--?!?'

Libeka tilts her upper body sideways and peeps into Filman, who was hiding behind Natalia.

Hair drips down and long ears twitch.

Immediately Firman approached us, crawling along the ground in a crisp, arthropodic motion. She hides behind me and clings to her waist. ...you never touch a woman, do you?

"Why are you nervous?"

"Oh, I think so,"

That's too harsh.

"Well, it's no use that it happens when you see an eagle as big as an eagle." You have nothing to be ashamed of, boy."

... no, a boy is older than you.

The small tycoon swings pompously and prides himself on his ears. He has a puffy nose.

Now, when I was wondering what was wrong with this whole situation, it hit me in the back.

As I turned around, Filman offered me a bunch of notes.It said, 'Ask me a lot of questions.'

. . . . . . written conversation?

"Oh... Rebekah." This man wants to get along with you."

"Oh? Is that so? But he's a very shy boy to say such a thing himself."

"Well, you're nervous, aren't you?" Anyway, Libeka is a superstar."

"Oh!? Is that so!? Well, he's an eagle! He's got a little too much aura! Well, if my knight says so, he's got nothing to do with it'said he. Whoops, whoops!"

Libeka, who loves to be praised, doesn't care about details when she's in a good mood.

All right, let's keep riding like this.

--and again he was bent, and Filman gave him a notepad.

"Why do you call me a knight? What's my knight?(Angry)

...... oh, that'said he. I had been careful until a while ago, but I forgot all about it because of the sudden change in the situation. I wonder what it is.

I turned to Firman for an excuse for now... and now I remember that I couldn't talk to Libeka in private.

When I tried to have a secret talk with Estella in front of Libeka, she was out of the blue.

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So I took a pen and a bunch of notes from Firman and wrote letters on them.

'That's what I call her to open her pocket. It's a strategy, don't worry.'

Even when I read my notes, they still stare at me.

--if it wasn't to win Donnis over to his side, I could have done away with him so quickly."

"Rebecca," We'll be friends forever, right?"

"Yes! They're friends no matter what!"

When we exchange such words, the Filman behind us is easily confused.

Yes, yes. It's all right.

Don't worry because you won't be able to develop into a relationship beyond 'friends'.

But... you're not just that 'friend.'

I don't know what this happy face is like, "We've met, we've spoken to, we're getting along so well!" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"And what is the name of the boy? If he wants to get along, he never remembers it."

Libeka, who only remembers the names of people she likes, says she remembers them when she meets them for the first time.

Filman's first impression was very good... it's not that we know each other.

Then sit down and flick a bunch of notes.

'My name is Filman Donnerty. I studied hard to become the next lord, but I also like sports and am confident in sprinting. My hobby is writing poems."

... say it yourself, that's about it.

"Ah... this is Firman Donnerty, the son of a nephew of the present lord." And now I'm studying to be the next lord of the manor, and... well... but I like sports, and I'm confident in my sprinting."

"Yasilo... I think you did a great job, but once your unconscious tongue was out."

Estella points it out, but I don't remember it at all.

Well, I can't stop smacking my tongue. I can't help it. It's specifications.

When I'm suffering from heavy fatigue, as if I've been stuffed with lead, Filman strikes me again.

The note that was given to him--

'My hobby is writing poems.'

...that's where I dared to cut it at my discretion. You're the only one who thinks it's a plus.

If you're a writer, I'm an editor.

Sometimes writers blindly believe in their ideas, saying, "This is cool!" But if you look at it objectively, it's mostly "itatata," so be honest with what the editor says.

The opinions of third parties are valuable.

'My hobby is writing poems.'

So I'm going to make a big decision to ignore this jostling.

"Eagles are very good at running." If you like, we can play it this time."

Behind me, a guts pose is raised high.

...why don't you hold me in between?

And a bunch of notes from my waist.

"Tell me a story!"

...is it an AD competition? It's too much of a shambles.

Without even realizing the thick aura involving me, Estella and Natalia, Filman writes down the following sentences in his notes.

'Your place is full of light, and I am blinded. You're too bright--

I still want to stare at you.

Even if I can't see you, I'll look at you with my heart's eyes."

I'll try to get a little closer to the right person for you.

I shall struggle to look out in the dazzling light --"

...... well...

"Ribeka, what's your favorite type?"

Well, in summary, it's like this, yes.

"Hmm!? Are you interested in eagles, my knight?"

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

When I glanced back, Firman wrote in his note, "The flame of resentment burns me..." and quickly ripped it off.

"Ri, Libeka is a superstar, so everyone is curious. Libeka's favorite type of man."

"Well, the informational papers always mention celebrity love."

Estella and Natalia's combination play gives a good following.

Such a nice assist put Libeka on top of her.

"Oh, I see," Well, that's a popular topic in the information paper, isn' and the eagle is the first to read them."

"Do you like Libeka, too, information paper?"`Of course, Estella!'

Oh my gosh!

Was this the sponsor? Of course, I think it's one of several.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is the largest koji factory in BU. Is it a good idea to sponsor him? Don't take advantage of me, the editorial department of the information paper.

"Well, let me pretend to be an interviewer, assuming it appears in the information paper."

Natalia pulls a note and pen out of her pocket and questions Libeka like a reporter.

"What type of man do you like?"

"Well, that's right... I'm in trouble if you ask me all of a sudden."

Embarrassed, Libeka smiles happily.

You like things like this, don't you?

"The eagle is a little deaf, so he likes a man with a nice voice. Oh, this is a secret from everybody! It's a secret between you and me."

Rebekah, who makes a fuss with excitement and talks about it in a way that is not too late at night.

I have a good ear... I see.

And then, for the first time, it's been several times.

"I'm confident in my voice!"

Then speak!

Don't write like that!'

Staring at the two pretending to be reporters, making a bold decision to ignore them.

Natalia continues to press Rebekah to cover the attack.

"Is there a man you're interested in now?"

"Yes, do I have to talk about that? I'm embarrassed."

"Well, then,"

"Wait a minute! That's where I'm going to come all the more!"

Rarely, Rebekah's tsukkomi is reasonable.

Well, from my point of view, it doesn't matter.

"Then! Straightforward! Who's curious?"

"Yes.........there is,"

I'm sure enough.

Estella and I looked at each other out of the blue and shook our heads quietly.

It's just as we expected.

When I checked the back...

There was a Filman with an incredible, incredible smile, like, 'Oh, is that me? Right! You've been staring at me so hard!' ...that's a lie, man. You just stole a look. Where do you get that confidence?

"By the way... what attracted you to?"

"Oh, that's what..."

There's still a star's love scoop going on in front of us.

What shall I do?

He's a fool in front and behind. What's this situation?

"Whispering ... is it?"

"Whispers?"

"Well, um... what do you call it... when people whisper 'cute' or 'I like you?'"My ears are so itchy that I feel itchy... oh my gosh ☆"

When Libeka heard such a remark... her expression fell from Filman's face.

Whispers are creeping in my ears...

"I've never whispered in my ear," Firman wrote on his face.

And they also say, "Oh... I don't think I don'

......wow, I feel something very muddy. from behind

Darkness, shade, darkness, cloud... What is that, behind me, is it also being held in the ceremony of reviving the demon?

"Well... Sasa-yaki may be, right? Sasa, you know, will be savory when baked..."

"... Jillo, that's too much."

Estella ruthlessly cuts off my hard-working follow-up.

Stupid, I'll have to keep you on the table.

Suddenly, he was stabbed in the back.

I looked back at him with a hint of disgust, and he gave me a note.

There...

'I'm going on a journey. Don't look for me.'

"No, wait! That's a letter to be found after you leave! No, no, calm down, Filman!"

Filman's face was filled with tears and runny nose.

You don't have to be so shocked!?

"………………………………………… Mmm!"

With a breath he's never heard of, Filman runs away.

Then he runs away, shedding tears, at the speed of the aristocratic boyhood.

...without even crying.

"I'll chase you, Estella!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Libekah! I'll come back again!"

"It looks like a lot of trouble. You got it, didn't you? I'll definitely play hide-and-seek next time!"

"Yes! I promise! Then!"

"Oh, and there's nothing to worry about, for we'll dispose of the miniska Versa, which my knight has been stubbornly ignoring for some time."

"I'm saved! I'm saved!"

In fact, Bertha has been silently appealing to me ever since I moved from the front of the gate.

Turn the hem of your miniska, trace your thighs with your fingers, wink......horror. I shouldn't see you... I'm possessed.

We broke away from the chaotic place at full speed.

Then he chases Filman running in front of him.I have to catch him no matter what!

how mad Donnis would be if he had gone on a journey."

We sped up our kicking feet.

and without slowing down, round the corner which was approaching????

"Oops... I can't run any more."

"You don't have enough stamina!"

A stone's throw around the corner was Firman crouched.

He is holding his mouth with a pale face, perhaps because the stomach acid is regurgitating. In the middle of winter, the dog in the house is shaking like crazy.

Aren't you good at running?

Work out more, nobleman.

"... for the time being, carry him to the house."

"Very well,"

"Oh, you know, I can touch women... ...oop!"

Filman is still obsessed with this age.

Estella and Natalia are staring at me with their hands up.

...what, I'm going to carry it on my back? ...huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"I'll carry you on my back, and promise you won't make any noise when you go back to the house."

「…………」

"If you refuse, Natalia will carry you with a s*xy breath."

"...I understand,"

Natalia is so high profile that it appears in an information paper.

If you do such a thing, you'll have a rumor in an instant.

Filman grudgingly agreed and threw himself on my back.

"...Ribeka...Mr. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"...yeah, d*mn it... it's damp and depressing."

Filman kept crying on my back.

It turned out to be the worst result I had expected.

I was going to prevent this from happening, but... I wonder if it was because Filman's love affair was unexpectedly annoying and he couldn't care less along the way. ...and Bertha's appearance put a great strain on my spirit. It's no exaggeration to say that you've lost your mind because of that.

In any event, this love was destined to fall from the beginning.

Then it would be a good idea to cheer up the broken-hearted man on his back and concentrate on the lord.

the constant sobbing and sobbing sound

That sound suddenly stopped ringing.

I looked around and saw a meat pie shop with a sign reading "Benali Bakery" in front of me.

I see. When it comes to 24 wards, some people realize the usefulness of the store's name sign. This is the first time I've seen it outside of Yodamari-tei.

not ...

"Bena 'Ribaker' Lee..."

Filman... You're seriously ill.

"...Mr. Rebekah..."

I thought to myself, "Well, I can't do anything about it," in such a feeble voice.

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