Chapter 337: 337 Episode 249: At the end of "Feast"

I was given a smart surprise and somehow lost my temper, but this kind of sense of defeat is not bad.

The deep‐fried gori I had for the first time in a long time had a nostalgic taste reminiscent of the landlady's homemade cooking.

The people here were getting ready to feed me this.

Now I understand the sudden popularity of chanchanyaki.

"To make time for your preparations, Delia deliberately went out to play and no one followed her sister left alone."

"Well, no... that's..."

Jeanette smiles with a troubled look.

Huh? No?

"Originally, I was going to start a little later."

Estella, dressed in a pale lime-yellow dress, begins explaining, replacing Jeanette with a troubled smile.

...you look strange. You look like a lady.

Oh, is she a lady?

"I thought it would take some time for Marsha and Medra to change clothes, so please get them ready first..."

Well, underwater and that muscle. It will be difficult to wear a dress.

"And when it was done, we had to put a few breaks before we knew what was the right time to do it."

With a sigh, Estella's gaze turns to Delia.

The others' eyes also go to Delia to be drawn to it.

"No, boys! She's the only one who doesn't fly at all, even though everyone else is flying well." I think I'm going to cry, like this... I'm not looking at it."

a hard‐working Delia

In other words, what Delia sprang out of was an unexpected action... or rather an action out of Delia's own sense of justice.

A crying child? Well, it seems like Delia.

"Then she was left alone in the shop, and she was at a loss... you were the one who asked for help."

Estella says, pointing to her sister.

My sister, who was about to cry at a chanchanyaki stand and now sells biwa tart, was scratching her head shyly.

"Now, you're too, and if you're in trouble, you'll call me."

The eldest daughter, Loretta, complains bitterly.

"Well, the first thing that came to my mind when I was in trouble was the face of a "reliable brother."

"There's something in it, Estella,"

"No way! All I could say was praise and envy."

What do you think?

"...unfortunately, Magda and Loretta were at other stalls and couldn't get their hands off."

Magda recounts the situation, supplementing Estella's words.

Well, that situation was unexpected.

But their surprise tactics have taken off. Why is it?

"Actually, when Mr. Yashiro enters a chanchanyaki or takoyaki or okonomiyaki stand, everyone is supposed to block him."

Jeanette glances at the men.

"I see. So, even though you're not ready at all, the men were quick to act, and the strategy went wrong."

"No, I'm not! I was told that Jiro should go into the stall alone!"

"I couldn't help it because Mr. Mormat moved."

"Oh my god! Is it because of me?"

"Well, Mr. Mormat, I thought it strange that he often had such a side."

"Then stop it!"

"No, no. I thought it would be nothing if I were caught up in the plot after doing something bad."

MOMAT and ASSUNT, who push the blame on each other.

It spreads and people around you begin to shift their responsibilities, saying, "It's not me," "You," and "No, you!"

"In short, the Forty-two wards are all fools,"

"I'm dead, Jillo!"

"Well, Parcy from Forty-Ward was riding in full swing."

"Huh!? Stop pointing, sweetie! No, Mr. Neferry! I was like, 'Oh, hurry up!'"

"Well... but actually, it was a little early."

`I was in a state of confusion here,'

"...that's why Percy,"

`What a careless raccoon!'

"Huh!? Why are you blaming me!? I can't believe it!"

Percy is blamed by Paula, Magda and Loretta, in addition to Neferry.

and the men of the Forty-two wards who take advantage of it.

"'Oh, my God, Percy is... '"

`Don't mess with me, seriously!'

They're close, aren't they? They're residents of the 42 wards.

"Oh, that has caused me trouble, Oba."

With his arms folded, Ricardo is bending his mouth into a dented shape.

show off one's troubles and achievements in a patronizing and ostentatiously

"Astera, who was dealing with the lord, suddenly left her post, so I was dealing with him instead." Well, I don't know 'BU' either, so it's come true, but it's not surprising that diplomatic relations should be broken if you despise the host. but for once, thanks to me, it was all right."

"I see. Lucia, thank you for your trouble."

"Why, don't you mind?" When dealing with the 42 wards, I expect this much."

"O! Don't ignore me!"

"Were you there, Ricardo?"

"Yes! I was ahead of "BU" in the Thirty-Fifth Ward, if you were ahead of the Forty-Forty!"

"What......are you free?"

"I took the time to come all the while I was busy!"

"...to see Medora's dress?"

"Who wants to see it, like that! Oh, no, no, Medra! Don't look so stupid because it's a way of speaking!"

Ricardo, who was free and alone, came to the venue earlier than anyone else and was not treated by anyone, so fortunately, he tried to show his presence by taking advantage of the trouble.

Well, Lucia would have been great, and I don't think she needed it that much.Well, if you play with Medra like that, it will help me to reduce my burden. Thank you Ricardo. I'm glad you came☆

Well then, take good care of Medra.

"Well, but,"

Lucia says, smiling at Ricardo, who is attacked by a monster.

"The seven lords of BU, and Maul, had heard of this strategy, so there was no problem."

"Did you know?"

"Well, Estella said, 'I want to trick Obayashiro into half-crying,' and everyone agreed with her."

"...you really have a good character, don't you?"

Who's going to cry half‐Who will be half weeping?

"Tuckle-tuckle-tuckle-tuckle...It's the great palm."

Gerracy approaches with a happy look, scratching up her hair with her left hand, covering her swollen right hand.

It's a pity! There was a pitfall there a long time ago. I wish I hadn't buried it.

"You must have been quite surprised," You had tears in your eyes, didn't you?

"Well... have you ever met him somewhere?"

"We must have had a good fight, but in my house!"

"Ah... it's a Ricardo frame among the palm-roes, Mr. Erin

Estella is grinning dryly at the yelling Gerracy.

"Mr. Gerracy," Please don't take his story seriously. I think it's barren."

"...I know without being told."

"Yes, I've done an impertinent thing. Please forgive me."

The silver-haired E-cup Ines stifles the irritating Gerracy.

There's something spiny about his words, too.

"Don't be so mean, E-cup."

"Don't call me by the number of cups!"

"Ikap".

"How many times do I have to tell you Ines!"

"Ten more times,"

"Innes Innes Innes Innes Innocent!"

"What's Marsha in there?"

`It's a fishcreek!'

"That's too bad. It's an aquarium."

`Oh, you fooled me!'

"Yasilo... I've told you a few times, don't play with someone else's head waiter."

Estella says things she doesn't understand with Ines, who plucks her silver hair and looks up at the sky, and looks like she just drank up a cup of bitter tea.

The head waiter is the most interesting position for the lord, isn't he? He's a nambo, isn't it?

"By the way, was it ... D-borah in the twenty-third leg?"

"Deborah......how many times do I have to tell you this?"

"You can learn your breasts at once if you're like, "Mug!""

"(Mug!), Deborah."

"Deborah... you've already been tricked." I'll notice."

Estella stands in front of Deborah, trying to hide the occasional "Muggy!" and talks to him to persuade him. None of your business.

I wonder if this innocent mind will be lost in the hands of the dead adults.

"(Mug!), Gilberta, I am,"

"(Shaking!) It's Natalia."

"I won't stop you guys!? Be careful of yourself!"

See?

What a treasure trove of interesting people!

"Squeezing..."

When I looked at the small voice, Jeanette was smiling with her voice dead.

He's holding his mouth and shaking his shoulders.

I have tears at the corners of my eyes, perhaps because I'm holding back.

"Is Estella's tsukkomi that much fun?"

"Huh? Oh, no... ...huh, I'm sorry... ...not so..."

Jeanette says with a bit of pain, after desperately holding back her laughter, breathing in a few deep breaths and wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Well, I thought it was cute."

Cute?

How do you feel watching this series?

"Mug!" or "Shaking!"

"Which breast?"

"No, Mr. Jiro,"

"My breast!"

"It's not breast milk!" In front of so many people...."

Jeanette glares at me with her cheeks puffed up.

No, it's not my fault, is it?

What's cute about me? I don't know why.

Such a sulk seemed to last only a few seconds, and within five seconds he giggled again.

"I thought you were cute too."

I hear Bertina's voice from behind.

If you look at it, you'll find yourself laughing like Jeanette.

"Because Mr. Jiro... he's always like that."

"Always? ...what?"

"After compliments and happy things... I'm always embarrassed."

"What!"

"Don't you realize that?"

Jeanette peeping into my face with teasing eyes.

No, I mean, it's embarrassing.

Why am I embarrassed just because I was allowed to eat a bit of delicious gori? Oh, my God! Stop with those eyes!

"One more. I found a new face for Yashiro."

He gently presses his palm to the center of his chest by saying that.

with the touch of a hand as if it were a place to store memories. in such a way as to store one's memories in one's handsby all means

Don't do that in an unusual way-in a dress.

I'm afraid you'll get excited.

You failed to make jokes like, "Wow, storage capacity, don't you think?", "If you look between them, old memories will come back?", "The next time you forget, I'll look for memories!"

"Why was it a dress?"

"He?"

I failed to tell a joke, so I asked a simple question--change the subject. This topic is against me. a subject like this There's nothing like a quick change.

"What's the difference between fried gori and a dress?"

A meat bun and a Chinese dress somehow go well together, but it's a gori and a dress.

There is no sense of unity.

Why did you bother to choose a dress?

It would be a disaster if you splashed oil.

"Well... I don't know if I should say this, but..."

After saying so, look around the girls' faces.

No one in particular refutes me.

After confirming it, Jeanette slowly told the truth.

"When we had a discussion about 'what would make Mr. Yashiro happy,' the opinion that gained the most support was... well... well..."

"What?"

"So... well, I love Mr. Yashiro... it's hard to say here... Ah, that's it."

"...'World Peace'?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Shut up, Estella.

If I were to speak of myself, it would be a symbol of world peace.

"So...."

"When I was sticking out my tongue at Estella, Jeanette suddenly approached me, and before I had time to be surprised, I felt a warm breath in my ear."

"...bubbleed.

d*mn it...

When Jeanette said it in her voice, in her ear, whispering, and a little embarrassed, . . . .

"Genet ... refill!"

"Confession!"

d*mn it! I almost woke up to a fetish voice.

What's wrong with you?

a pretty good whisper

I recorded it and set it on the alarm clock.

"Well, but... I can't show you that."

"Why?"

"Do you need an explanation?"

"All right, Jeanette," Don't worry about it. I'll keep you quiet."

What? That's strange.

You're holding a knife to your neck right after you even thanked me as a surprise, aren't you?

Why?

"And I settled down to the idea of trying on a dress or something."

Where should I take the time to do so?

What's your dress between your breasts?

If you think about it, it's only armour.

Oh, that's right.

"Then I'll order a bikini armor next time."

"I don't think you have to go out of your way to say this, but I'll tell you just in case. 'No,'

The knife lord next door flatly denies the possibility.

Even though there might have been some profit generated by the bikini armor.

I mean, I would go to a bikini armor cafe.

"But... there wasn't a sense of unity, was there?"

They seemed to understand the point themselves, and all the girls in dresses were shy.

I guess there's something quite forcefully pushed through.

Well, even if you do something out of the blue, it's pretty hard to make it happen.

They've done it, they're a big deal with it' I can praise you honestly.

"It's not going to be as good as Jiro".

Jeanette shrugs her shoulders as she peeps her tongue adorably.

...that's not the case.

You've made it, haven't you succeed?

I was really happy. I'm quite right.

"But I hope I can make use of this assignment next time."

"Are you still motivated... enough?"

What's next?

I'm not going to do so much good.

I don't live a life where people thank me.

"Please let me know if you have any requests."

What do you want...

Do I say, "I want you to do it next time?"

I don't think I'm a kid.

But if I dare to mention something...

"Then, just one thing."

"Yes. What?"

`Nene was the only one who didn't "mug!"'

"I won't do it, Mr. Obajillo!? There's not much I can do!"

You can't listen to my request.

I wonder if it's another ward.

It's not a meeting for me, is it's not for me.

Dress would be a good idea.

"All right, boys! Go change your dress to keep it clean. We'll resume the feast!"

There's a moment of regret.

But think about it.

You can't put your dress on a stand, can you?

If you don't need food, then, apart from that, you can't enjoy a feast without rice.

Have non-dressed people move to re-flow the atmosphere of the feast."Sophie, I have a sweet drink prepared here. Give it away, will you?"

"Yes. Leave it to me."

"Ribeka, please help Sophie for just a little while."

"Well! You're leaving it to the custom of rice malt. What can you do with your sister?"

The close sisters line up to the amazake stand.

"Warmaro, Assent to Becko, and ask for a stall."

"Yes,"

"I know if I can serve you for a while."

"Hmm. I'm good at negotiating."

No, assent... Don't take it away?

"And then, Filman,"

"Yes,"

"...blow it up,"

"Why!"

"Bomb with Theron."

"Me too, hero!"

Wendy's dress was really pretty, and Libeka was Libeka, and when she looked at me, she stopped jumping at me like "My knight!" Are you feeling frustrated? Are you feeling frustrated?

"Then let's get a majority vote! Theron and Filman, who have beautiful wives and fiancées, should explode!"

"'Yes!'"

"'Overwhelming majority!'"

Almost all the men there were raising their hands.

What do you think, Filman? This is the horror of a majority vote. There's no justification anywhere.

It's like, deliberately and arbitrarily, "If you're jealous, you can look for someone, too!" That's what the right argument is all about, the majority!

"...majority is such a terrible thing."

In unexpected situations, Filman (the next 24th district lord) learned about reality.

That's a relief, isn't it? With this generation, BU may change.

"Darling! Atashi's going to stay in her dress! She's dressed up for the occasion... well, I want to do some rehearsal... oh my gosh!"

Well... Is it practice to attack the beast?

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I think we've had enough.

"And I haven't been told that... that I look good on you yet... hesitantly."

sorry

There's a magic called the "Judgment of the Spirit," isn't there?

Maybe it's not a lie because it depends on the individual's way of thinking...

Well, well... but I see.

"Oh, my God. I forgot to tell you...

I think we should convey this clearly.

as someone who has made a surprise

as a surprise

"They all look very good together,"

It's impossible to refer to individuals.

My spine will be as tattered as the bones of a mackerel.

I've been itching even now.

The girls in the dresses laughed ticklishly at each other, though it was a soft compliment.

Take off your dress.

I'm dying to tickle you, too.

"Uh-huh. That's nice, palm pippie."

Marul squints his eyes as he loosens his prominent face.

"They're all so lovely." Like this to-day?"

"But at the feast you say dress..."

"Oh, was Palm Pippi the kind of hard-headed person who would stick to such a form?"

I don't know what to do with formalities, or if my dress is dirty... ...I'm having a hard time looking at things. They all look like, "What do you think, this dress?" if they meet their eyes.

I don't feel comfortable, anyway. at this rate

"Dress is a girl's dream." It's as good as today. you know?"

「…………」

When I look around after listening to Marul's words, they all look sad.

Come on...

You can see it. Loretta's face is sticking to the okonomiyaki sauce and shouting "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The other guys, too, will get muddy, wrinkled, and sweaty as they move around...

"If you have a good washing-shop, make a reservation now."

"Yes, then, I'll introduce you to a wonderful laundry shop that I'm acquainted with."

Such conversations give a shout of joy.

Oh my gosh! At the banquet, a beautiful woman in a dress makes Mapo tofu at a stall outside. It's a rare sight in Japan, isn't it?

It seems to be the 42nd leg.

"Well, pretty sisters," Work, please."

"'Yes!'"

Jokingly speaking, beautiful women in dresses fall to their posts.

In contrast to the elegantly fluttering skirts of dresses, working girls were agile, and the scenes there were extraordinary.

I wonder if it was like this.

What was the view they were looking at?

The things that naturally happened there changed, and a phenomenon that was far from what I thought was common sense... that's kind of interesting.

d*mn it!

That's why it's not for me.

"Uh-huh. I envy me.

Marul whispered quietly when she saw the girls working in dresses."Are you young?"

"Well, excuse me," I haven't thrown it away yet, have I?"

Some people like antiques.

the hair of a lord of someplace

"If you're so envious, why don't you wear a pure white dress at a wedding?"

"Well, if you have a nice partner somewhere, that's not bad, either."

"Oh, my God! Oh, "Oh, my God!"

It seems that the gorilla got into the hall.

A certain hair is buzzing.

"Whoa!"

No, it's strange to say "hoo."

Why are you sending it to the gorilla? Be quiet and choke.

"But it's not the case,"

Marul points his finger at me.

"I envy you," Palm Pippi."

And with a nasty smile like a girl who came up with a trick.

"I won't tell you the reason,"

He said so and left.

... he's a selfish fellow.

What are you going to do with this embarrassment of nowhere to go?

Oh, come on!

"All right, boys! Today is the lord's treat! Drink big! Eat! Sing and dance!"

````Ooh!''

"Wait a minute! I didn't hear of that!"

a flustered Estella

Well, I can't stand this many people eating and drinking.

but

"It's all right, Estella. There's a lord, Mr. Ricardo!"

"I see! That's Ricardo, the senior lord!"

"Oh, Temae! You're not skipping all the right things at this time, Oba, Estella said.

"Well... 'If anything happens, I'll do my best to help you in the 41st leg.'"

"Why, when are you going to tell me?"

Quickly call up the conversation record, and call up the conversation Ricardo had when he came to the Yomari-tei.

If I remember correctly, this is a conversation between Tracy and others when they were working part‐time at Yodamari-tei.

The conversation record contains the following conversations.

'Cause I heard you've been spotted by the BU guys... Well, we agreed to the parade, which is also blamed on the 41st leg, so... if something happens, the 41st leg will do our best to help. I came here to tell you that... our neighborhoods are like alliances."

'Ricardo, it's not open yet. If you are done with your business, go home."

"It's terrible to look at again, isn't it you!?"

"I'm only saying the right thing,"

"What is the alliance! You only use it when it's convenient for you!"

Whatever you say, it's true that it's recorded in the conversation record.

If anything happens, let's ask for help.

"By the way, it seems that 'we are like allies in the three neighborhoods,' so please take good care of Demily."

"Wow! Very good! Very good! Ricardo! Very good! Very bad for you!"

Demily is crowding Ricardo.

I suppose your money exists to treat someone. You're making easy money, aren't you?

"And, by chance, there is still a lord here."

With a quick glance, the seven lords of BU retreated in an easy-to-understand manner.

...let me get away with you.

"Tracy, it's your -- love that can save Estella's pinch."

"Leave it to me! I'll pour it like water!"

"Donnis... ...I know a good dresser."

"Well, it's a feast! People, make a big fuss!"

"Gerracy,"

"...what is it?"

"Pay,"

"Why don't you come up with some more tricks!?"

The rest of the lords asked me, "Can I come and stay next time?" and they all willingly offered me money. As expected of the aristocracy.k.a. nobleman aristocrat. This is how rich people ought to be, isn't it?

So, as soon as it turned out to be someone else's money, the venue's voltage soared, and both drinks and food sold like hot cakes.

"Are you eating, Gerracy?"

"Of course! It's our money! They'll eat more than anyone else!"

"I'm so mean..."

"Say what!"

After a hateful remark, Gerracy suddenly took a serious look.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't be like my elder sister..."

It's in a voice that's different from giving up.

"That's why I decided to live like myself. I am a lord of the land, who can choose the best choice I can make now without hesitation, without regard to the countenance of others, without being bound by tradition."

It sounded like a declaration that he was going to overcome the sweetness of his side that I had been given a good drink of.

Well, in short, that's it.

"You mean you're going to change your life yearning for me, aren't you?"

"Stupid, say rest!"

He said, but did not deny it explicitly.

I suggest you have more discussions with Donnis and Maul. That alone will make a big difference for you.Experience is an invaluable treasure.

"But I suppose I shall have more opportunities to see you."

Gerracy's eyes, even without his patronizing eyes, seemed to recognize and admire my strength... ...a little disgusting.

"No, the window is at Marul,"

"I am the lord of the Twenty-ninth Ward!"

"If you are talking about the lord, go to Estella."

"Don't look so plainly disgusted!"

Come on... Why do you miss me?

Oh, what, this guy woke up to something because he was pushed to the limit?

Don't do that. That's outside my jurisdiction.

"Dear me! He's an unpleasant fellow at all."

"It's each other's business,"

"Hmm! ... will you change your mood by eating the most delicious food here?"

"Is it Mapo tofu?"

"It's cotton candy."

"Children!"

"Apple candy tastes good, too."

"Children!"

"Where did the doughnut go inside?"

"Children!"

The contents of a doughnut are a common question for children.

I want to eat the middle one, too.

With long hair as an all-back and a stern face that emphasizes the badness of his eyes, the man Alassar isn't frolicking with cotton candy in his hand.

Really, there are only strange guys, the lord of this city.

"This might change her,"

I heard a whisper and turned around and saw Marul's back.

He mutters all the way out of my earshot, and then turns his back and leaves. one's selfishness

But don't you understand?

No matter what the relationship may be, my sister is my sister. He must have been worried about his poor brother.

and I was really busy until after noon when I had I thought about it.

I followed the people of Yodamari-tei, who couldn't move properly because of the dress, and I was swayed by the ever-increasing number of alcohol orders and drunks as the sun went by, and I made and supplemented the food that was going to disappear one after another...I noticed that the sky was already dark.

"Yasilo, are you ready?"

Estella flips her dress and runs away.

"Are you drinking?"

"Ah, well, just to socialize with you. But I'm not drunk."

"Your cheeks are red,"

"Is that so?"

Estella presses her cheek with the back of her hand.

The reason why such a gesture looks cute is probably because of the fantastic light of shining bricks that illuminate the darkness and the atmosphere of the feast.

"Huh? Isn't Jiro's face red?"

"It's the light, isn't it?" of brick."

"Well... I see."

Without any particular questioning, Estella laughs raucously.

Yeah, you're drunk. He's a laughing stock.

"Well, I'll tell the hamster to get ready. You'll give me a signal to fire."

"Yes. Leave it to me."

Night has come and the feast is almost over.

After all, fireworks will be the last thing to end the hugely exciting banquet.

I'll show the seven lords of BU the fireworks that were used as a target of this disturbance.

What you've been trying to stop is so great.

If we let them admit it and let them be moved by the fireworks, we're going to win a complete victory.

Leaving his post, he goes around telling the hamsters to "cloth the shiny bricks."

Then, on their feet, they head to the moving guild, which is waiting a short distance from the venue.

The moving guild says that more and more newcomers are coming in yearning to be fireworks makers. I'd like to have more opportunities to set off fireworks.

"Well, it's been a long time, Carl,"

"Oh, anchovy! Long time no see!"

Carl (apparently a caterpillar) a member of the Aegean tribe who transformed from the escort of the Ciraha to the fireworker.

I've heard that this is the first fireworks, and I'm in good spirits.

"How's Nicca doing?"

"I'm training now, and I'm going out to sea on a boat."

"What... only the 'other' in the set came?"

"Who's not there?"

I wish the girl would come anyway.

But is that so?

Nicka is doing his best, isn't he? ... even though the head of the marine guild is so excited in his dress.

"Then I'll order fireworks in ten minutes."

"Leave it to me!"

Send my regards to the beetles, Cabriel, and I'll go back to the venue.

It takes a little less than enough to walk normally because it's quite a long distance. That's too late.

Run back and tell Estella that standby is OK.

"Excuse me! I'm talking to you all!"

Speak up and Estella begins to speak.

Ideally, fireworks should go off as soon as this speech is over.

Five minutes to go. Adjust well.

"I'm going to show you the fireworks that caused this uproar. I think you will enjoy it as something that created a new relationship between us and BU. And I am sure that we will be able to build even more friendly relations in the future. It is no exaggeration to say that the beautiful light that illuminates the night sky represents our future. Now! Enjoy the great flowers in the night sky!"

At the end of Estella's speech, applause broke out, and a few moments later -- big fireworks lit up the night sky brightly.Fireworks that resonate deep in the stomach, are launched one after another, bloom, and fall.

Everyone was glued to the fireworks, which were blooming and falling and dyeing the night sky in various colors.

"That's wonderful... this is,"

mutter Donnis

Distancewise, there is no sound or light reaching the twenty-fourth leg.

Even this loud noise doesn't reach the neighboring town. Seven to eight kilometers at best would be a good place. I'm sure it hasn't reached even 28 wards.

The only people who knew about fireworks in BU were Maul and Gerracy, and everyone else was overwhelmed by the sight they had never seen before.

There are cheers, but even those voices are drowned out by the bursting sound of fireworks.

"Mr. Jiro,"

Jeanette runs up to me looking up at the sky.

"The food at the stall is sold out."

"Really?"

"Yes,"

"... same here,"

`I'm empty!'

Magda and Loretta also rush up and proudly send a V sign.

Is it sold out?

I've prepared quite a bit of it, but it's sold out.

"Very successful,"

get a slap on the shoulder

Estella was thumbing up with a contented look.

I see.

So, are you done with today's work?

I felt as if I were going to enjoy the fireworks for the rest of my time.

Jeanette, Estella, Magda, Loretta.

Stand shoulder to shoulder with such acquaintances and watch the fireworks bloom and fall.

Every time a firework starts, red and green lights light up the faces of the Jeanettes.

The afterglow of fireworks is long and long in my mind, though it only lasts a few minutes.

The last big ball was launched, and the night sky was filled with light -- it disappeared in an instant.

At that moment there was a thunderous applause, and the banquet ended.

"Now, gentlemen! That's the end of the feast! Thank you so much for your busy schedule today..."

In the middle of Estella's closing remarks, something fell down with a "bump!" sound.

It's not one or two people who notice the anomaly, but many people look up at the sky at once in unison.

Staring up at the night sky with the palm of your hand facing up to confirm the identity of the fallen object.

"And those ""grains"" gradually increase the number of drops..."

I'momentrance...

Dropping.........

Dozaah...!

It turned into a downpour at once.

"It's raining!"

"Take refuge in the cave, boys!"

"Oh, what's the stall!"

"Why, I don't mind later!"

"Oh, my dress is getting wet!"

"...a good woman who is dripping with water."

"Magda, don't be silly, and we'll evacuate quickly!"

They screech on the puddles that were created in no time, and aim for the cave at full speed, regardless of the lord, the head waiter, the general public, Becko or Percy.

The residents of Newtown should have returned to their homes, but for some reason they were swallowed up by a whirlpool of confusion and all rushed into the cave.

"...oh......oh......oh......I'm surprised."

The cave was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

"I'm glad that people with children came home earlier."

Jeanette says, combing her wet hair with her fingers.

It's a feast. It was obvious that more drunks would come at night.

That's why the kids and their parents were home by the evening.

If it's fireworks, you can see them even if they're not in the hall.

"If we had all left, we wouldn't have been able to get in here."

Estella rakes up her wet hair.

You treat your hair in a variety of ways.

Heavy rain echoes and echoes in the cave.

It's as loud as the sound of the earlier fireworks, and it shows the strength of the rain.

`Isn't that the Spirit's man now bringing down all the rain he forgot to rain?'

"Hmm. That's an interesting idea."

No, no, Jeanette.

There's no plan anywhere. There's always a kid who wants to finish his summer homework on the last day.

I'm sure the spirit is the same thing.

Sometimes I think, "Isn't he stupid?"

"Then--"

Gazing at the torrential rain that blends the darkness of a dark night, Jeanette says with an unfit look on her face.

`--this is a blessed rain,'

How about a goddess who sends her blessings like this?

Then we spent some time in the cave watching the torrential rain, which had no sign of abating.

For better or for worse, it was an impressive banquet.

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