Chapter 406: 406 Additive-free Episode 61: The inevitable thing I thought would come

I woke up in the morning with severe muscle pain and couldn't get out of bed.

"Is he already working?" muttered the kitchen with an air of admiration, 80 percent dumbfounded.

As long as Jeanette is working, she can't sleep forever.

When I crawled out of the room, went down the corridor with all my energy, and felt sick and tired before my eyes down the stairs, Jeanette's door opened.

"Oh, good morning, sir,"

Jeanette, whose hair was lighter than usual, crawled out of the room with a deathly face.

"Well, my whole body hurts... and I can barely stand... and I'm at a loss."

Apparently, I couldn't even get dressed properly because of muscle pain.

I see. I see.

You shouldn't be so enthusiastic about ball‐basketting, should you? My arms are going up with a bang.Yeah. Maybe it's because of the eyes of the typhoon? No, it's a horse race.

There must be about six old children on my shoulder now. That's how heavy it is that heavy.

"Can't you do something about your hair?"

It's defenseless and smiling to look at, but it won't do you any good in public. as a proprietor of a restaurant It's got to be neat, after all. Sloppy impressions are a disadvantage to the store.

"Well... I tried my best, but I couldn't move my arms as usual..."

He seems to be trying hard to lift his trembling arm, but it doesn't rise above the eye level. That seems to be the limit.

"...I'll do it later."

"Really!"

If you suddenly make a loud noise, you quickly press your mouth with your supposed creaking body.

as if to block a source from which one's joy has been drained

Jeanette looks away deliberately as if she was ashamed of herself for having her hair combed, or perhaps being happy with something childish.

Jeannette says apologetic words with a shy smile, perhaps sensing an atmosphere that she wants to mislead but is not completely misled.

"Actually, when I saw Mr. Magda having his hair combed once in a while, I thought, "I hope so."

Jeanette is so neat on a regular basis that I don't need to comb her hair, and I don't have any hobbies like playing with girls' hair, and as a result, I never combed Jeanette's hair.

No, I may have fixed my messy hair, but I don't remember when it comes to proper brushing.

I don't think it's such a delight...

"Then bring me a brush, if you have one," If you don't mind the same guy as Magda."

Magda often comes out on the floor half asleep, so a brush for Magda is kept on the kitchen shelf. in order to brush before opening

"Well, I'll bring it! Oh, but it's not that I don't like it the same as Mr. Magda..."

"I know, so bring it to me soon."

"Yes!"

Jeanette happily returns to her room.

Sharing a brush is surprisingly thoughtful. It is advisable to avoid it if possible. Brushing can hurt your scalp, and you can't say it's impossible, though rarely possible.

Above all, once your hair gets tangled, it's not easy to remove, and using someone else's brush is very careful.

You'd better keep your hairbrush as personal as possible.

So, this is the hairbrush situation in Jeanette.

A voice came from behind the door, "Oh, my hair!" followed by a moment of silence.

They probably clean even the hair tangled in the brush.

You may have experienced it, but cleaning the brush is quite hard. especially if it's been used for a long time

After removing my hair, I was worried about the dust at the base.

Do you feel pressured to wait in front of your room?

"Genet, you're down first."

"Oh, yes!"

Talk through the door and creak down the stairs like hell.

Umaro, can you install escalators while you're roofing it?

I manage to go downstairs, looking away from reality with an impossible imagination.

It's still pitch dark around, and there's no sign of the sun rising. The clear air that stimulates the mucous membrane of the nose is a little cold.

The laundry isn't dry today either. It's because Jeanette overslept. I might have been awake, but I couldn't move.

The full‐scale launch will begin tomorrow, I suppose.

With that in mind, I head to the kitchen to be caught in a good smell.

...what?

Jeanette's still in the room... Who's cooking?

put up with pain for a moment

Who but Jeanette is going to cook in the kitchen of Yodamari-tei?

Magda is conceivable, but only a few products such as popcorn and okonomiyaki can be made.

I'm sure you haven't learned a dish that has a strong soup stock like the one you're smelling now.

What's more, it's a donation to feed on Bertina and the church kids. Gennette cannot silently overlook something that cannot be guaranteed to taste.

Then what on earth...

Open the door leading to the kitchen and dive in.

I was there.

"Good morning, Mr. Cometzki."

"You wake up early,"

It was Ines and Deborah.

"...what are you doing?"

"It's breakfast preparation."

"That's what I've been asked to do."

Request?

Jeanette to these guys?

It's impossible. How can Jeannette, who was stuck in muscle pain, ask the head waiter of another ward? He was in such a mess that he couldn't even get to "Dokeru No. 1", Jeannette's guy.

"I happened to see him in front of the shop, and I asked him to help me, Mr. Jiro."

"I'm also helping, preparing breakfast."

Natalia and Gilberta popped out of the floor.

Was it Natalia who asked Ines and Deborah to help... so why are you guys? at this hour and here

"Mr. Estella said, 'I'm sure Jeanette, you must be having a hard time with muscle pain today, so can you help me with my training~'"

"Don't feel bad about your imitation of Estella."

"Don't you look alike?""It's completely.

"That's similar!"

"I don't remember what the smiling lord said,"It's not whether I've said it or not.

I think I'll tell you.It's interesting to attack…

"And if Natalia knows, why is Gilberta here?"

"I couldn't go home, Mr. Lucia, last night, exhausted.

I had a good time at the athletic meet. It must have been hard for him to drive back to the Thirty-Fifth Ward from that hour.

"And now Lucia, unable to move, is suffering from severe muscle pain."

"Oh, did you come the next day?" I'm glad I'm still young."

I have experience in Japan too, but when I reach 30, muscle pain comes two days later.

"Oh? I don't care a bit. I'm sure everyone will feel the disappointment of "...Come on, are you coming on the second day..." from "I'm still young?"

"And where is Lucia now?"

"I beg the good offices of the Woodman's Guild which I am in your way,"

Did you stay at Imelda?

I don't know if they were born out of the same Red team.

For now, I'm glad Milly and Hammaro are safe.

"So did Gerracy and Nantoka in the 23rd Ward, and Ossan stay?"

"Mr. Gerracy is back in the house. It hasn't been done much."

Hey Ines, you're spitting out venom.

I've been feeling it for a while, but do you hate Gerracy?

"My lord's name is Mr. Ibert Hagen," Don't forget. and he's very heckled."

"Don't be so flattered, then,"

"My Lord must now be resting in the house."

There is no Gerracy or Hagen left.

Then why are you all here?

"I thought there might be another sports day today, so I'll check it out."

"Hey! If I do, I'll die!"

"I thought I might have forgotten to be complimented, just to be sure."

"You've complimented me enough!"

They came up to me at dinner after the ward athletic meet and complimented me very persistently, saying, "How did you feel at that time?" "How many points did I get out of 100 at that time?" "Well, please compliment me to the fullest extent." and put me into mode.

It's been a long time...

"I don't know," or "I don't remember," you don't get angry, you don't cry, you just shut up and say, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Well, isn't it certain that Jeanette next to me will say, "Yashiro, tell me something?"

So I complimented you one by one, even when it wasn't a competition!

I've consumed about three years' worth of 'praise'! From tomorrow, I've been complimenting you so much that no one can complain about it!

I even caught Gerracy and went to complain, "You better praise me!"

Then Gerrathy's man...

"What are you talking about, sir?" That's what the head waiter knows without saying."

he said, "That's too much of ahhhhhhhh!

I'm afraid I've left it here because it hasn't been conveyed!

Because I haven't heard anything!?

There's nothing. There's nothing!

"BU" kids are all kids who don't understand unless you say it clearly! Understand, that's about it!

"Absolutely, Gerracy!"

"I agree with you, Mr. Jiro, but I think you should refrain from calling the lords of other wards bad."

"Your poison is not bad, Natalia,"

"No... last night's frustration didn't seem to be over."

"What happened?"

"Actually, Mr. Ricardo rushed into our house, saying, 'I'm tired, so let me stay.'"

"Wow... Ricardo, wow..."

"I doused him with salt and turned him away."

"Sprinkle it!? Sprinkle salt!? What do I do with it? Bake it?"

Perhaps Lucia said she would stay and thought, "Well, so would I," but... there are not many houses where the lord can stay, and if there is one, Estella or Imelda, and I think we can understand that it is impossible to think of it as usual...Oh, Ricardo doesn't know, he's a fool.

"And what about Estella?"

"I was late last night because I had to deal with the backlog of sports day, so I heard I'll sleep until noon."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Is that to make sure you were naked last night?"

"You haven't slept!"

"No, I had a good night's rest."

"You fell asleep, but that's what you're going to do! You're excited after all night!"

"It's normal driving."

"That's serious. Your condition is serious, too.

I heard that Natalia tried to help Estella, but she was forced to leave when she was told to ask for Jeanette directly.

Estella is too much, isn't it? Without Natalia, the progress of the work would have been a mess.

"So did Natalia cook today's meal?"

"No. I can only inject a love beam into a finished dish."

"I don't think you need it in particular, is that the process.

"'What? I practiced?'"

"Are you all right, three chief waiters!? No, four!"

Even Gilberta speaks out loud to Ines and Deborah.

What were you guys practicing?

"...the Natalians were in charge of cutting and stewing the ingredients according to our instructions."

Magda, who usually overslept, comes out of the floor.

Loretta is followed by an energetic look from the morning.

"Good morning, brother!"

"Are you guys okay with muscle pain?"

"...that much exercise doesn't cause muscle pain."

`We train differently!'

Magda and Loretta's words make everyone else nod.

Oh, no... Can you spare a day's field day? How much are you guys?

"You've got a good time Magda, let alone muscle pain."

"…Of course. I could expect the manager to leave. I got up alone this morning, because Magda had to keep himself together when the manager was away --"`I came to wake him up!'

「…………」

"Oh!? It hurts, Magdachy!? Don't say anything and chop your sides!"

Magda-like, it's like you've been told a secret, but I'm like, "I guess so."

But there are quite a few, perhaps Loretta, who knew Jeanette would be stuck in muscle pain.

I was so busy with myself that I couldn't get that far.

"Miso soup and boiled food smell good," Who seasoned it?"

"I'm sure you'

Norma yawns and appears languidly off the floor.

He put his arms on the wall separating the floor from the kitchen, and showed an adorable look.

"Magda and Loretta come to us early in the morning." I was forced to cook for the children in the church... I'm afraid it's not a big deal. You drank yesterday... if you'd told me beforehand, I'd have prepared it."

He doesn't seem to hate helping himself.

Then yawn again, "Huh...huh."

Oh, my gosh. You're in full bloom in the morning, Norma.

"Thank you very much, Norma!"

"Well, it's better now," It's not like Jiro."

"...no, thanks for the very palm-like reason."

"You don't shake even if you have muscle pain".

Magda and Loretta are quick to deny Norma's mistake when they mistakenly thought, "Thank you for coming to help me." We don't have to deny it, do we?

"If it's Norma's seasoning, don't worry. I'm looking forward to breakfast today."

"Oh, compliments won't pay."

The big tail swings gently.

If I put on a miniska, my pants will come out completely. I wonder if I'll put it on.

"By the way, you all came from the floor. What are you doing on the floor?"

"I was making rice balls. There are a lot of people."

There are a lot of people.

I thought that meant that the number of people who eat in the church--

"Oh, Jiro! Did you get up?"

`Whoa, Miss Ottoman,'

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

"Yasilo, I brought you a fresh egg, so take good care of yourself by eating this."

There was a lot of help.

That's what it means to have a large number of people.

Delia, Milly, Paula, Neferry.

Yesterday, the strongmen who competed against each other for the championship held rice balls in a harmonious way.

"Didn't you guys get muscle pain?"

"It's only natural," I've never had muscle pain before."

"Well, Milly didn't mind, either,"

"If you work in Cantaltica, you'll have a body that won't lose to muscle pain, I'm sure."

"I don't mind, either. Our chickens are quite fierce and they can't do it."

Isn't it a race trait of the animal race? The strength of the body is...

Everyone here seems to have no muscle pain.

...no, wait.

Maybe Norma will be around tomorrow just because she's late...

"Yasilo, will you tell me the meaning of that gaze aloud?"

"Nothing. Put away the pipe, eh? I don't want ash in the rice balls, eh?"

I'm sure Norma has no muscle pain. As expected, it's a nice day. There's no time left. I complimented you, so put away your pipe.

"...people move their hands, not their mouths."

"Yes, you won't wait for time. How many times I've been so absorbed in chatting that I've cooled my coffee..."

"That's not your fault," Don't join me, Loretta."

Paula sighs in amazement.

"Yasilo and Jeanette are too spoiled by Loretta. Shall we keep it for a while? I'll give you a second thought."

"I'm sorry, Paula! I'm already an indispensable man for Yodamari-tei, and I can't send him anywhere else!"

"... Loretta. Don't overconfidence yourself so much."

"Don't come to your heart in a comforting tone, Magdachy!? It's your tone when you're 'don't belittle yourself!'"

"Here, Loretta," My hands are tied up."

"Ah!? I was the only one who got in trouble!"

Large and small onigiri are arranged in a lively manner.

Delia's is big and Milly's is very small. Neferry's is a bit milder and Norma's is a pretty equilateral triangle.

"Loretta and Paula's onigiri look just like each other."

"What!? Don't join me, Jiro." It's definitely better for me."

"It tastes the same!?" or rather, I think it tastes better because I love it."

"Then let's play, Loretta!"

"I wish!"

How do you decide whether to win or How do you win or lose?After all, these two seem to be close sisters. a stern sister and a rebellious but desperate sister

I'm getting along with him for somehow or other things.

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"...a self-made work."

Magda shows you a beautifully made onigiri on the palm of your hand.

Magda onigiri has a lovely finish.

Magda-likeness oozes so much that even if you mix it into countless onigiri, you'll definitely find it.

"But... does the manager always do this by himself?"

"...and Magda helps me when I get up in the morning."

"I don't think you can get up in the morning,"

`... well,'

As Norma says, Jeanette usually undertakes all these preparations alone.

I'm trying to help you, too.Actually, when you stand in the kitchen, you have very little work left to do. Jeanette's performance is already exceptional.

It's not the kind of thing you can do by trying to imitate.

That's probably why Magda and Loretta asked for help.

I can't imitate Jeanette.

That's why I want to reach my goal in a way that I can.

It's no shame to rely on your peers. I'm rather proud to have friends I can count on.

You can think about how best to act and do it.

It's not just anybody's telling me but to do so it's voluntary.

The carp are growing well, aren't they?

I was deeply moved by that feeling.

"Mr. Jiro, we're ready."

The Natalia-led team of waiters seems to be ready.

This onigiri is almost finished.

If we cooperate with so many people, it will be over very quickly.

We still have time to start.

Shall we just get ready for departure and take a break?

"Shall I make you some coffee?"

"No, then I'll make you some tea." Please rest your muscles, Mr. Jiro."

When I tried to move, Natalia overtook me.

I thought I'd give you a little trouble, but Natalia's tea is delicious. I'll leave it to you.

"By the way, has Tracy gone?"

"Yes, yesterday. She said she couldn't show Estella how anguished she was with muscle pain."

"Well, he'll definitely have muscle pain, too.

I thought you left because Nene didn't participate, but I see, that's why.

Then they loaded the food into the cart and cleared the floor and kitchen.

only then

"Good morning, gentlemen..."

Jeanette appeared on the floor.

It's taken a long time.

"Well, I didn't think the stairs were so scary."

take a step down and pull up and down take a step down and pull up and down

He seems to have come down slowly and slowly.

Since then, he has had a great adventure in the narrow courtyard, with dirty skirts and cuffs.

Did you push your way through the jungle?

Jeanette has a hard time bending and stretching her knees, a hard time sitting in a chair, and her arms are shaking so hard that she can't drink properly even if she drinks tea from Natalia.

You're in need of care.

"I've never had a pain before... I can't move well."

"Maybe it's because I used muscles that I don't usually use. Muscular pain in those places is quite severe."

"I never thought I had so much muscle in my body."

muscles first perceived by pain

The surprise of "Oh, does this kind of toro cause muscle pain!?" must be fresh for Jeanette. He won't exercise more than he needs.

"I'm worried about Bertina, then,"

"Well, I rarely see a sister running."

"My stomach is a muscle, too."

"That seems to be the strongest of all." Huff."

Well, I don't think Bertina's stomach will be muscle sore and her appetite will be reduced at all.

You may be crying with your arms full.

Bertina's hug is basically a hug on her knees. I rarely lift him up. So I don't have a very strong image.

"Well, we still have time,"

My thighs are calling for a strike quite loudly, but it's a promise.

I can exercise better than Jeanette, so my muscle pain is still better.

You'll be able to brush.

"Ginnet, lend me your brush."

"Oh... do you do this here?"

"Are you going back to your room?"

"Well... it's kind of like going up and down those stairs now."

If I send him back and forth to the room again, he'll be late for breakfast.

I have a little discerning eye, but I don't mean to be guilty.

That's the case. Everyone here will understand.

"Well, then... please, I will he will."

I was gently offered my hairbrush.

Wow, you're so full of arms. My second arm is puffy...

"Oh, can you take it off quickly? The brush is heavy..."

As you stare at it, Jeanette's arms gradually fall.

It's surprisingly hard to hold an object and stick out your arm straight in front of you. Genet will do all the better. Muscular pain must be especially severe.

Pick up the hairbrush and go around behind the ginette.

Jeanette, who can't twist herself because of muscle pain, follows me with her eyes.

You don't have to look this way. Turn around.

Stand behind the Jeanette and gently touch her chestnut hair."Ah...huh!'

Jeanette shrugs her head, perhaps because it tickled her.

If you have your hair scooped up by someone else, you can get chills. especially near the collar

Regardless of that kind of ginet, brush slowly.

Soft hair twists around your fingers, and brush through to give you a fresh, moist look.

Brushes align hair that was originally entwined, gently reflecting room light.

"You have honest hair,"

"Oh... do you have any honesty?"

"Magda's hair bounces back whether she combs it or not. "'Pat him more, comb him more,'"

"Well, then, my hair might be like that one of these days."

He says so with a smile, muttering shyly, with a short word "Um..." in between.

"It's very pleasant, so..."

It feels good to be stroked.

That's why. A rare request for a Jeanette... No, it's not like that.

He's gotten better at spoiling.

Jeanette, who was a lump of reserve when we first met, is no longer there.

I think it's a good change.

It's hard to be too brazen, but if you're as selfish as Jeanette, you're cute.

"I'm sorry, but do it yourself. I don't think I can do it well."

"You don't have to be good at it?"

"I beg your pardon,"

「………………」

"Huh?"

"... Ugh,"

"Are you too bad at acting?"

What a pain it must be painful. with muscle pain

However, I can assure you that Jeanette's performance is impossible.

You can depend on me when I'm sick.

That's the unspoken rule in the sun.

Is muscle pain within the scope of application?

"Don't complain if you have loose hair."

"I won't,"

a gennette looking forward in high spirits

With long hair tied at the shoulder and a large braid, you'll hear a shy but innocently merry voice.

He used to say to me, "You're a big boy."

Which one? I'll give it back exactly as it is.

"Wow. You're good, Mr. Yashiro."

"Oh, I see,"

Wrap up a freshly made braid with both hands and look at it smiling.

It's because of your hair, not because of my skill.

"Hehe. Thank you, Mr. Jiro. I'm glad I got muscle pain."

"Not very well, but..."

I have muscle pain here, too. I'm fed up with pain and dullness.

But, well...I don't care about combing my hair.

My mission ended because he seemed to be satisfied with the workmanship.

"Oh, come on!"

I looked back and found... there was a line.

"... Jillo, now Magda's turn."

`I'd like to ask you too.

Loretta to Magda.

and Natalia, Gilberta, Ines and Deborah, and Norma and Delia and Paula and Neferry behind them.

Well, here!

"You can do it yourself,"

I think it's done perfectly.

"Yasilo,"

Natalia takes a step forward to represent them.

"I just remembered... my muscle pain."

"It hurts, I feel pain in both arms."

"We have muscle pain as well. Mr. Deborah,"

"Yes, Mr. Ines. We have muscle pain as well."

"You guys are a little late, aren't you?"

"Oh, you too! What a strange coincidence!"

"I'm sure you've been feeling tired."

"You're busy, Cantaltica, and our poultry farm!"

You guys...

"The "Spiritual Judgment" is forbidden until yesterday.

"... Jillo, look out."

Look out the window where Magda points her finger.

"... the sun hasn't risen yet, so it's safe."

"Where's the rule?"

"Smiling,"

Jeanette shakes her shoulders holding her mouth when she sees us interact.

"Well, the Spirit may still be asleep."

What?

Do spirits usually sleep well at night?

Do you care about the corners of your skin?

You're not watching me around the clock, are you?

"Mr. Jiro,"

Touch my hand and wrap my finger. Let me have the brush still in my hand again.

"Just a little bit,"

So, I'm not saying, "You know?" You sometimes overwork me.

Then, when you're done, rub my upper arm and scatter the lactic acid.

... if you like, I'm the one who's going to fight. No, rather...

"I'll massage your arms when you're done.""No, rather, I'm the one who's going on.

"I will,"

That's stubborn.

Well, they can't be tired from working so hard yesterday.

But he helped me this early in the morning... just a little.

I don't know if I can give it back like this, but I'm sure you'll be satisfied with it because you're asking me to do it.

"Okay, but I can't spend that time just in case the kids get hungry."

"Hey! You're a great brother!"

"I came to the Forty-Second Ward to be caressed."

Loretta and Ines & Deborah expressing joy without hesitation.

Magda and Natalia posing silently.

Gilberta and Delia are smiling together, Paula and Neferry high-five with each other's hands, and Norma loosens her mouth alone.

"And now, gentlemen," Do you mind my brush?"

"There's no problem at all with the manager,"

"Rather, I'm grateful that I can expect a breast augmentation effect."

"It doesn't work, Mr. Natalia!"

"Again, humility,"

"You don't!"

If this brush has such an effect, I have to comb girls' hair around the city. But I'd have to stay with the lord for about a year.

"Well, I don't have time, and I'll get through with it."

"... well, Magda,"

"Magdachy is always doing it! This is a spirit of compromise!"

"If you have long hair, it will take time, so you'd better finish it first."

"Well, is that the best?"

`Atashi is longer!'

"No, it's too much, isn't it?

Delia and Norma compete for hair length.

Delia is quite long, too. I guess it's just too much trouble to cut it off.

"In the meantime,"

"Yes, let's line up, Mr. Innes,"

"Take advantage of it, I am the head waiter of the twenty-third and twenty-ninth wards."

The chief waiters are coming under heavy pressure.

I understand Gilberta's frolics about things like this, but... Ines and Deborah are all eager to be complimented. Do you want to be spoiled?

Well, well...

and when it's like this it's getting out of control????

"Millie,"

"What?"

"Millie is the best. Come here."

`Milly, de... eh?'

"Oh! Do you have any complaints?"

「「「…………」」」

"What? Here, this way."

`Well!'

Milly was the only one who didn't assert himself.

That's why I named him first.

Too much stickiness can often have the opposite effect.

It's more peaceful in a world where a girl as modest as Milly is rewarded.

"...everyone is too stubborn."

"Why, don't you tell me, Magda?"

"But you need to weigh yourself,"

An event began in which everyone was convinced and didn't know what the purpose was.

I'm not a charismatic hairdresser or a clever butler.

I can only comb your daughters' hair properly, but if that's all right with you, I'll do it. That's about it today.

It's an arm that screams with muscle pain, but you'll soon get used to it if you overwork it like this.

It is no good drinking; it is no good drinking.

I don't know if it will work.

`Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

I was sitting in the chair right in front of me, combing Milly's twisted hair, and I wondered if this morning was bad.

You must have been too tired to use your brain.

I thought this simple task was pleasant for now.

Muscular pain is as bad as ever, but it was a very mild morning as it should be.

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