Chapter 7: 7 Episode 5 How to hear

the fourth morning of one's arrival in another world

I woke up in a room on the second floor of the old restaurant "Yodamari-tei" in the 42 wards.

...I smell like straw.

When I stood up, the wrinkles on my cheek fluttered down.

This small four-and-a-half-mat room is equipped with a bed and a desk, and the long chair in front of the desk -- a large rectangular wooden box with a lid -- serves as a luggage compartment and chair. It's like a business hotel.

Unlike business hotels, however, there is no electricity and the walls and floors are uneasily old.

And the worst of all is the bed.

a bed stuffed with straws in a big crate At first I thought it was a straw case. I can't believe you didn't even spread the sheets...

I have a lot of wrinkles on my face.

It seems that they use straws that are smoked with smoke and dried well in the sun to keep insects out... but I feel like I'm a girl from the Alps.

I'm still in a daze. I may not have slept very well. Being under the roof with such a defenseless giant breast... I was so grateful to be able to sleep in bed that I was late to go to bed because God had given him something to pray for.

Well, I think I can thank him for the coincidence.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

Well, this should be enough. I'll take whatever change I have.

I'd like to sleep a little more, but I don't think I can.

"... oh, it smells very good."

From downstairs, there is an unbearable smell in the empty stomach.

What time is it now?

The windows are fitted with wooden boards, so no light comes in. This wooden board has a primitive hinge on its upper side and can be opened pushing outward. During the day you open the plank and hold it in place with a bar.

There seems to be no windowpanes. No, I can't help it. I remember seeing it in other wards. I suppose it's just that this house is too poor to get. Well, I wouldn't call it extravagant there. The mere existence of a roof and a wall makes us happy. ...I'm afraid of darkness, I'm afraid of frogs, I'm afraid of ripping off, I'm afraid of guilds... ...I'm sorry I said bad things about the bed. Girls in the Alps are the best. If there were any young goats, I'd like to go round and round with them.In any case, it's the bed I've come to have. Can you put up with it easily? I'll make full use of it until I get my living here.

That's why I have to get up and help if the landlord has started his activity.

That's how you win... and what lies ahead of you is a huge profit. It's probably common in any world.

In order to clear my heavy eyelids, I push up the wooden board of the window.

You'll wake up if you're exposed to the sun......! Outside, it's dark!? It's still night, isn't it? ...and it's cold!

Even though it's spring, it's still cold in the morning and evening. I'm going to miss the futon...

I can't believe that that giant baby is active so early.

I shut the wooden boards and leave the room in total darkness.

When you go out into the hallway, you'll find similar doors. There are five rooms, four bedrooms and one storage room. Up the stairs to the right--on the north is Jeanette's room, and on the left is a row of three rooms facing the corridor. At the end of the corridor there is a little-used storeroom, just below which stands the dining room.

I guess land is cheap because it's in the countryside. I'm so poor that I can't spare a room.

In the Middle Ages, the concept of a room was sparse, and it seems that the family lived together in a large room... it's a different world from the Middle Ages that I know. If you decide the level of civilization on a assumption, you're going to have a hard time of it's going to hurt you. Let's be careful.

This building has a narrow frontage and a long back. It is structured to be called an eel bed.

As far as other wards go, it's a common building in this city.

Well... there is nothing to call a building, let alone a private house, around this Yodamari-tei, and the space is so empty that I hate it. It's a mystery why we built it so long in spite of the fact that it's a mystery. It may be taxed on the basis of the size of the frontage, as it used to be in Japan. ...but the entrance is on the side, and in this case which way is the frontage?"Uh... I don't know.

The first half of the first floor is the seats of the Yodamari-tei. There is a kitchen in the back, with a courtyard and pantry ahead. The courtyard is open to chickens and has a small field.

The living space is all upstairs and there seems to be no living room. The audience may be right for that.

If you go down the stairs, you will find yourself in the courtyard.

The stairs are built outside the building. Well, it's a stairwell, so to speak.

Go inside the dining room, cross the counter, go through the corridor next to the kitchen, go up the stairs to the courtyard, and you'll find your own room. It's a very troublesome course of action. I'd like you to ask the craftsman to make a renovation.

The most troublesome thing is the toilet.

There's only one toilet I went to the other day, so to get to the toilet from the second floor, you have to go the other way along the route I mentioned earlier, and then go outside to the back of the shop. The toilet I've worked so hard to get to is nothing more than a hole in the floor, and of course there's no light, and it stinks... it sucks.

I try not to go to the bathroom at night. It's not like it's dark and scary.

As I went down the stairs, I noticed something unusual in the courtyard.

The courtyard is narrow. The cause of this was a large piece of white cloth stretched across the garden.

A large piece of cloth was stretched around a corner of the courtyard. There was nothing like that before I went to bed. In other words, they went out of their way after Jeanette woke up.

It's very difficult to move around because it's stretched out to avoid chicken sheds and fields.

What on earth is the point of this cloth mean?　

It's not wet to the touch. It doesn't seem to be drying. ...then why?

"...Excuse me~"

I'm curious, so I'll roll up the cloth and go in. to the other side of the curtain, partitioned by a large piece of cloth..."...oh!?"

It was a fluttering space.

A slightly curled triangular piece of cloth fluttered in the wind hanging from a laundry rope. It's not one or two. As far as the eye can see, it's one side.

Yes, this is a common treasure for men--pants--

There's a whole sheet of pants as far as the eye can see.

If you have a treasure in front of you--pants--it's a men's accomplishment to look at carefully.

I stared at my panties as if a discerning appraiser were observing a masterpiece.

The first thing that caught my eye was the dazzling pure white pants. It is decorated with frills and shows cuteness in its purity.

And if you look next to me... What a lace knit! The side that touches my waist is lace-lined and a little see-through.

In addition, white and blue stripes capture masculinity!

"...is this heaven?"

Why are these treasures here... God's protection... oh! I wonder if pants from another world are harvested like this!?

Oh my gosh!?　

Come to think of it, the landlady said, "Fresh vegetables are delicious." Well, shall I take a look at it? . . . . but Adam, with his forbidden fruit in his hand, has had a hard time since. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"... Huh?"

Suddenly I saw a little white cloth lying in the dark. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Oh, God!

Is this your compassion...

Even if you forbid touching forbidden fruit, you will miss the fruit that falls to the ground.

Then I'll pick it up, at God's will!

"………hmm. Is it frilly?"

Frills are attached to cover the whole area, covering the fabric that touches the skin directly.

However, because there are so many hidden parts, the small triangles at the tip of the face look even more attractive.

Whilst the fluttering form creates a cuteness overall, the hidden eros are vivid.Great

"You're doing a good job,"

I muttered in spite of myself.

be worthy of praise

The sewing technique is incomparable to cheap clothes bought on the high street.

If you try to buy this quality of clothing, it will cost you a lot of money.

...is it handmade?

Now that you mention it, the seams are uneven...

I can make it better with this.........

I stretch out my pants, pull them, flip them inside out and watch them carefully.

The quality is comparable to that sold in the store. If this was Jeanette's homemade business, it could be a new one.

At least you won't have to bother buying clothes.

Well, I'm good at sewing and I can make a lot of things.

That's why...

"For your information..."

I put the lace pants I got into my pocket.

Picking up what is falling is not a crime.

And as with peaches, apples and oranges... something that has fallen is no longer worth the product.

When I was in Japan, my uncle, a farmer I had known, said, "If you're a fallen guy, bring him as much as you want. I'm going to throw it away anyway," he once gave it to me in large quantities.

This is the very situation.

That's just the difference between peaches and pants.

This is, so to speak, Togen-go.

an ideal world that everyone dreams of

It's an ever‐spring land with fragrant peaches all around.

Look, isn't it the same as here?

It's just the difference between peaches and pants.

It must have been through God's guidance that I was able to reach this ideal world.

God, thank you for this coincidence.No, actually, I've always thought you can do it if you know.

Something like this. I've been waiting for something like this.

"Well, I'm done praying to God, and I'm going now."

People who have left Togen-go will never be able to visit there again.

But I will definitely come back. Someday, I'll be back in this paradise!

Then I passed through a large white cloth that separated the dream world from the real world.

The chilly wind rubs my skin.

Let's hurry in.

Through the door leading from the courtyard to the kitchen, I entered the room upstairs.

"Good morning, Mr. Jiro. It's quite early."

When I appeared in the kitchen, Jeanette smiled cheerfully at me up.

You've had full power since morning.

"You're faster, aren't you?" Are you sleeping well?"

"Yes, I go to bed early."

surely

This guy seems to have fallen asleep rather early.

Thanks to him, I couldn't ask him to come to the bathroom in the middle of the night. ... oh, well, I've been putting up with it. I wonder if I'll go. ......well, I don't mind after the sun rises.

"I'm getting ready now." I'll have breakfast ready in a hurry."

Say so and remove the pan from the heat.

"Oh, that's all right. after it's over."

"But you promised to have three meals.""But you don't have to suit me." I'll take care of it. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Well.........…………………………………………………………………………"

You don't have it!?

Well, the restaurant looks like it's open all year round.

But you're going to prepare quite a bit.

I came here both times at night, and perhaps during the day it was thriving?"

"Mr. Jiro,"

Jeanette, who had been thinking about it for a long time, finally looks up and calls me.

"Huh?" replied Jeanette, with a very serious look on her face.

"Do you know the knife?"

"Are you making fun of me?"

"No! Never!"

Shaking his hands, Jeanette looks troubled.

"Kives are famous among chefs, but they are not familiar to the general public..."

Now that you mention it, I wonder when knives were born. It was so familiar that it became a matter of course, but it's an invention that came out afterthought.

"Why do you cut the ingredients at home?"

"It's a knife."

Say so and take a knife about 10 centimeters long from your pocket.

Dangerous!?

Did he hide the knife!?　

I had accidentally stuck my hand into a giant milk whippy, and I would have been stabbed hard. It's a dangerous trap.

"By the way, Jeanette,"

"Yes,"

"Which of them is a giant milk whihui, or a giant milk whizzer?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, isn't it in this world...""Is there such a thing in your hometown?"

No, I've never seen it, but I can't say I didn't. If that were the case, wouldn't it have happened? I'm sure it will be there.

"The world I was in... knives are very popular in the city." It was commonly used."

"Is that so?" There's a great city, isn't there? It's quite expensive."

Well, I don't think it's 100 percent.

Cutlery will be expensive.

"Can you show me?"

"Yes, go ahead."

Jeanette moves herself away from the front of the workbench.

On the workbench, there were beef knives, double‐edged knives, vegetable knives and willow‐edged knives. There is also a petty knife a short distance away.

Oh, the fact that there is a knife with a blade means that fish are cut into three pieces in this town. If you look at the place where there is a willow knife, maybe raw fish...that is, sashimi is rooted in culture.

Tools are a strong reflection of the culture of the period.

Just as a willow‐edged knife looks like a tail, the tool is used in a way commensurate with it.

"It's a steel knife," It's a difficult tool to manage, but it's well-maintained."

"Do you understand?"

"Huh? Ah, metal is a little bit of a thing."

I've been beaten up by my stable master.

The stable master refused to accept stainless steel knives.

The kitchen knife was steel, and it was thoroughly used only for forging.

Steel knives rust easily and are far more difficult to maintain than stainless steel.

However, the sharpness is perfect, and the ingredients cut with the knife give off a powerful flavor as if they had been breathed into life.It's a sign that you've been taking care of your steel knives so carefully. a great deal Stable masters may have a great influence on people who use tools carefully.

"Do you eat sashimi if you have a willow knife?"

"Well, I rarely eat it, but for celebrations I make a tail."

"Oh, he's got a tail, too,"

"What? "Okashiratsuki"?

......what?

"Well, what's "Okashiratsuki"?

"Why... I just said it myself, 'with tail.'"

"No. I didn't tell you."

Is he really okay?

"Then what did you say before?"

"I rarely eat sashimi, but on celebrations I make tail-toe..."

"Look, just now! You said, "With a tail!"

"I didn't!"

It's strange...

What do you mean?

Is it a forced translation magic error?

If you don't have a tail... Oh, by any chance.

"Is it 'raw-made'?"

"Yes! That's what I've been saying."

"Repeated after me. Live making".

"'Tsuki'

You're getting a lot of errors, aren't you?"...there seems to be something strange about the way they are translated."

"Oh, I see," The words I used were converted into words that were most familiar to Mr. Yashiro, but those words were unfamiliar to me."

"...what a nuisance,"

"Forced translation magic isn't perfect either."

Isn't it perfect...? Then there'll be a chance to take advantage of it."

For example, if you say "o-aii" for the price, you can understand sushi restaurants, but not Western restaurants... Uh-huh, isn't it going to help you make money?

"And what's "Okashiratsuki" like?"

"The tail and the head, as the letter suggests, are... oh, it's faster to show them." I'll have a little fish."

"What? Oh, yes. Here's what you can eat raw."

I won't waste anything as long as I sell it. That's good. It's a good idea.

The staff later enjoyed the fish they had prepared.

"Well......it's trevally,"

"Yes, trevally," That's amazing. You can tell just by looking at it. Are you a cook?"

"Well, the country I was in was an island country." I'm better at cooking than cooking."

"Are you a craftsman? Amazing!"

"No, I'm not much of a craftsman..."

So, when asked about his official occupation, he is a 'conman.'

Well, you don't have to go out of your way to say that. Let's clear away the horse mackerel before it gets stuck in.If I were to eat it normally, I would have to cut it into three pieces, but this time I would have to have it on my tail.

Let's cut only half of it and dispose of the rest later.

"Is the sea near here?"

"Yes, I hear you can get out to sea relatively quickly if you go outside the outer wall."

"...have you never been there?"

"It costs money to go outside the outer wall."

Jeanette smiles hard.

Do I need to pay a toll, or do I have to pay an introductory tax when I come back...

Anyway, it seems that the poor can't even get out of town.

Are you all right, this city system? ... well, it's no different from the way people who control the flow of money in every country, taking money from where it is and where it isn't. Yes, it's abominable!

Sharpen the horse mackerel with a bang.

I take it out on you. Sorry, horse mackerel.

"But it's dynamic..."

"I'm sorry. I was a little annoyed."

"Is anything offensive to me...?"

"Oh, no. Don't worry. That's not the case."

I wish he'd change his mind a little.

If I'm annoyed, I should get angry and say, "Taemae, don't go wild in our kitchen!" before thinking, "Did you do anything?" Otherwise, they will lick you.

Being licked means that negotiations with the other party will always bring disadvantages.

You should never be licked.

Handle half of the horse mackerel silently and arrange on the body with the head and tail left.It's a neat piece of work, but now it's finished with the horse mackerel's tail.

"Wow... it's amazing. This is 'Okashiratsuki'."

"Oh, it has a tail and a head, so it has a tail."

"I see. It's an interesting arrangement."

"Do you think it's a good thing?"

"Yes, I'd love to copy you on the occasion of a celebration."

"Well, shall we eat?"

"Well! It's a good opportunity!"

Jeanette walked out of the kitchen with a fluttering smile and a horse mackerel cape.

Oh, after all, you eat in the audience.

Cross the counter to the table where Jeanette waits.

The chairs still rattle. I have to do something about this, too.

rattle one's chair about twice before sitting down

I noticed Jeanette's grave expression across the street.

"...what's the matter?"

"Mr. Jiro... I just realized..."

What's going on?　

Suddenly he looked serious... was there anything wrong with his tail?

"…I haven't prepared anything." There's nothing but trevally!"

"... well, I suppose so,"

I know. I've been watching it.

"I'd like to serve you some bread, if any. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"You can't sell at all, can you?"

"Why!"No, I understand. I wish I'd put bread 10Rb more expensive than I'd buy on the street and erased the menu on two lines.

"Yasilo-san is a strange person."

"I don't want to be told by Wonder,"

"I'm not surprised,"

I've never seen such a strange creature as you.

What, eyes like, "I don't think there's anyone in this world that's bad." Special natural monuments are also surprisingly rare.

"Oh, I'm sure!"

Jeanette rattles her rattled chair to her feet.

"There must have been nuts! Let's get them!"

Nuts and sashimi...Have a drink at night?

Jeanette flutters back to the kitchen. Four lacquer seals were held in my hand. ...four grains.

"I'm sorry, but I wanted to get you something right."

"Why don't you eat this and make it again?"

"...I see, that's the way you did it."

Is this girl all right? Is she a creature that can be left alone?

"There is one thing I should like to make sure of course.

"What is it?"

"'Forced Translation Magic' is not all-powerful, is it?"

"Well,.........julle,"

Just as I thought about it, he drooled.

"... have some,"

"Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Don't worry. You can talk while eating."

"Yes, yes,"Jeanette looks humbled and holds chopsticks in her hand.

Can you use chopsticks?

I wonder what kind of cultural sphere it is, this city... I wonder if we have to change the way we think about it.

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Jeanette skilfully picks up a slice of horse mackerel sashimi with chopsticks.

"Ah... it's been a long time since I saw the sea fish."

"Don't you eat much fish?"

"No, if it's river fish, you know, it's on the menu. I eat a lot."

"Is sea fish expensive?"

"You have to go and catch them outside the outer wall, and that's why they're so expensive."

I see.

If we were to be taxed through the gate, would that amount be added to the price of the fish?

"A friend of mine graciously shared this trevally,"

"Tell him to share every day,"

"Oh, no! Not at all."

Jeanette waves her hands in awe.

"I'm glad you've done this,"

"Courtesy is kind to you,"

"Yes, what?"

"For example, you kindly brought me the nuts, didn't you?"

He points to the nuts that Jeanette had just brought.

Jeanette gazes at the nuts in hand.

"Why don't I say, 'Can you eat that?'"

"Well... I'm sorry,"

That's where the word "I'm sorry" comes out... well, I don't mind.

"Then, 'I did it! I love nuts.' "Thank you"" and eat it deliciously."

"I'm glad!""That's it,"

Pick up a nut as you speak.

Rolling it with your fingers, you look at Jeanette.

"The other party will be happy if you give him kindness. make a profit for oneself It's all right, isn't it? On the other hand, if you refrain from doing anything, you'll make the other person uncomfortable and you won't have anything left. No one gains."

"...I see,"

I certainly saw the scales fall from Jeanette's eyes.

Jeanette was impressed with the clarity that made her want to say so.

"So tell that acquaintance, 'Give me a large quantity of sea fish every day.' I'm sure you'll dance with delight."

"Yes! I see... ...will you like it?"

Haha, believe me for a second.

Well, if you're a freak of DoM, you'll be happy.

Well, that's more than it is.

"I have a few questions about 'forced translation magic.'"

"Yes, I can tell you as far as I know."

"What happens when you tell a lie?"

"The curse will make you a frog."

"Are you sure?"

"Well...."

Jeanette puts down her chopsticks and looks at me straight.

"If you are cast in the "Spiritual Judgment," you will surely be turned into a frog."

"What happens to the lie that could not be told to the "Judgment of the Spirit?"

"No matter how much time passes, if the party calls the Spirit's Judgment, the curse will be invoked from that point on. But I don't think that the person who was told a lie would be punished for not hearing it unless the 'spiritual judgment' was invoked."

I think..."In other words, if you don't find out, can you tell a lie?"

"There's no lie that won't be discovered."

That's not the case, is it? Let's put it another way.

"What if it's a lie that won't be prosecuted, for example... a 'kind lie'?"

"A gentle lie...?"

"Suppose I have a disease that is unlikely to be saved."

"What!"

Jeanette rises to her feet, knocking down a rattled chair.

"It's an analogy... sit down." It's all right."

"Really? Oh... I'm glad."

How easy are you to believe?

Jeanette sits down, holding her chest in her hands and exhaling relief. But the chair had just fallen down on Jeanette herself, and she fell flat on the floor.

"What!"

...it stinks too much......are you a cartoonist?

"Oh, um... don't look so surprised? I'm rather embarrassed, so I'd rather you laugh..."

"I'm worried about your future."

"Don't do that! Please don't feel sorry for me, like this!"

After cleaning the dust off her buttocks and waking up her chair, Jeanette sat down in her chair.

"And what was it about?"

I really think I'll forget it.

I get down to the point and ask questions quickly.

"For example, if I was seriously ill and told a lie, 'It's all right, I'm sure it'll get better,' would the "spiritual judge" punish the lie?"

Jeanette folds her arms and twists her head, "Uh...."

Eventually, when I untied my arm, he gave me a clear, confident solution.

"Perhaps the curse will be invoked. "It is not the reason or process, but the condition of the curse of the Spirit whether or not there was a lie in what he said."Is there a lie in your statement? That's an important point, isn't it?

I'd like some more corroboration, but given the record of the conversation, the statement is probably true. So what happens to the lies that I didn't tell?

How do you view a lie like raising your arms to show that you have no intention of defiance when a gun is pointed at you? It's too risky to verify. I'd like some more information.

"What if Jeanette told me a lie, and I didn't tell her about it? There's no reason to turn you into a frog for being careful and silent about your illness."

"Then.........."

Thinking slowly, Jeanette responds with some certainty.

"The curse will not be invoked. for it shall be deemed that there was no such lie unless sued."

All right.

In other words, if you don't find out, a lie won't be a lie won't lie.

...however, the risk is too high for me to carelessly.

"One more?"

"Yes,"

I've been stuck on it for a long time.

When I described the smouldering spices from Norbert, the Wishart's housekeeper, as 'gave me,' everyone in the town interpreted them as 'stolen.' The Forced Translation Magic must have caused it to do so.

But when I was eating and running here and pretending I was going to the bathroom, Jeanette didn't say anything. It was not translated as 'runaway.'

Even if you ignore Jeannette's extreme kindness, he'll say something if he says he's going to the bathroom. You should see it on your face, if you don't say it.

Jeanette at that time believed me 100 percent.

Why didn't you translate 'I got it' to 'I stole it' and 'I'll go' to 'I ran away'?

There is a hypothesis that "alternative words" are translated and "omitted words" are not translated.

The reason why I translated the previously mentioned "kakizukuri" into "Ogashira tsuki" is probably because I call it "Ogashira tsuki." When you put the same thing in it, it seems that it will be translated into a word that represents itself, no matter how you put it.

In other words, "forced translation magic" translates equally to "pants," whether it's called "pants," "scanty," or "zulose," or "treasure."

If you ask me to show you your treasure, I'll get hit.No, but wait... so why didn't "Piot's Cay Day" get across?

Let's examine it a little.

"Genet".

"Yes,"

"Listen to what I'm going to say and tell me if I can make sense."

"All right. You can tell me if you understand what it means."

"That's it,"

Well, what should I do with the example sentence... ...if it's better to understand the reaction... ...

"Genet, would you like to have a morning coffee with me?"

"Coffee or should I make it?"

control a rising Jeanette with one's hand

You definitely take it in the sense of 'drinking morning coffee.'

I don't even pretend to notice the hidden meaning.

Now, next.

"Jinnet, why don't you hang out with me?"

"Cat, what?"

Oh, what's that cat language? It's kind of cute, isn't it?

...but not...

It hasn't been conveyed. It would be the same if I were to leave it.

Next time, let's get started...

"Genet, I want to hold you."

`What!'

There's a reaction.

I received 'hold' in a sense other than 'hold'.

The results of the translation of Forced Translation Magic may not be based on what we think, but on whether the other person understands the 'right meaning' of the word."Ginnet, won't you give me a shot?"

"Oh! What are you saying!? Eh, don't be ethereal! Please confess!"

Jeanette's ears are red and angry.

Does "one shot" make sense?

"Genet. Zukkon Bakkon..."

"Please confess!"

I seem to have interpreted the meaning of the word by the flow.

Does imitative sound fall in either direction depending on how it is used?

If you say 'nyan' in this trend, you will probably understand the meaning.

"What's wrong with you!? You suddenly started to say something dirty."

"No, I'm sorry," I dared to say something erotic to see your natural reaction. I apologize if I hurt you."

"No, no... I'm not that angry, and... but... when you say that all of a sudden... I'm embarrassed."

Dye your face red and start shrugging.

Wow... ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya!Yes.........

Huh!?

What's the matter?

Even though he is a high school student, his mind is still in his thirties. It's a little too obvious.

Have you been a little too s*xually harassed? Let's take it seriously.

If the result of the translation of Forced Translation Magic depends largely on the other party's level of understanding, it means that you can't tell a lie to someone who knows it. ...that's troublesome.

The replacement word is a double‐edged sword, isn't it?

So, is it possible for us to make an unintended translation?It's a case where the words we uttered without any intention of doing so are conveyed to the other person in a strange way.

For example, when a 'compliment' like, "Rookie Miyako, your breasts are big, aren't they?" is taken as 's*xual harassment'... Oh, this is not true. Another analogy...

"Genet".

"Yes,"

"What is the opposite of "Musume"?

"What? ... Is it Musco?"

"What if it were my child?"

"Well... 'Yasilo's Musco'

...smiling.

"And what if he was a stupid fellow?"

"Well... "Mr. Jiro's Fool"...?"

...smirk

"And what if the foolish son were very good!"

"Oh, let's see! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

...smirk, smirk, smirk.

Well, I'm kind of smirking...! No, no!

It's not the time to grin at a girl by making her say dirty things.

When I was in junior high school, I remembered writing 'Takemuratake Club Punch' on the blackboard and provoking the girl in my class to read aloud, saying 'You can't say this sentence within 10 seconds from upside down~' The face of a girl after she understands what she says... ...smirks...

That's why! That's not the time for s*xual harassment!

What's the matter?

Appearances are children, brains are adults, s*xual curiosity is middle school boy! His name is Ova Yashiro!I'm afraid I've become a very unfortunate creature... I'll weigh myself... I'll weigh myself...

Here we switch our minds and carefully examine the information we get.

The words Jeanette probably didn't realize came straight to us.

They didn't go out of their way to convert it into obscene meaning, and the words they said were conveyed as they were.

Even if you say erotic slang, it doesn't seem to be translated straight away.

"Asoko" is translated as "Asoko" and doesn't seem to have been used as a banned term.

That means you can use the word "Hoshi," "Shiro-Kuro," and "Akuma," which the police use. Incidentally, "Akuma" means arson.

Then...

Putting a found in one's pocket is called a "cat" and is considered a thief by the world.

But I don't think so. Whether you're an RPG hero or a horizontal scrolling hero, you're not afraid to claim what you've picked up belongs to you. There are brave men and heroes who symbolize justice.

I think that's the right thing to do. What I found is mine. That's why I don't think it's 'stolen it.

So here's an experiment.

"Genet".

"Yes,"

She's really honest, isn't she? She said that a while ago.

Well, that would be more helpful now.

I say, putting nuts on the palm of my hand that I've been rolling with my fingertips.

"It's what I've just "gave it to me."

"Yes, have some."

Jeanette smiles with a smile.

Now, next.

I take out a pure white treasure in my pocket and put it on my desk.

They're pants.

"This is what I had just "got" in the courtyard.

"What are you doing?"Jeanette blushed red and snatched the pants on her desk in a great hurry.

"Give it back. It's mine."

"It's mine!"

"He was in the courtyard,"

"It was dried!"

"No, it was down!"

"I was blown away by the wind, my God!"

With his cheeks puffed up, Jeanette clutches my treasure and hides it under her desk so I can't see it.

You're a dolobou . . . . . . . . . ."

As for the treasure, let's say we will procure it again at a later date.

"And I have a question,"

"Why?"

Jeanette responds politely, a little angry.

What a useful person!

"Did the two 'gave me the same word?'"

"What? . . . . . . . yes. It was the same word."

Jeanette nodded clearly, perhaps to remember my words for a moment.

"By the way, my treasure,"

"These are my pants! ... what!? What are you going to make me say!"

I was scolded for being unreasonable.

That's all right.

"Do you believe that I "gave it" to you?"

"I don't believe it! I didn't give it to you!"

It means that

Wouldn't it be false if I said with a firm confidence that I didn't steal it? ...well, that's a delicate line.At the very least, a word spoken by someone who is not informed of the truth and who is used by someone should not be considered false.

For example, Jeanette said, "Mr. Jiro's fine son is not an ethereal word."

The truth is, "Huh? What are you talking about?" But Jeanette isn't telling a lie -- if she doesn't realize she's telling a lie, it's never going to be considered a lie.

You may not be caught in a trap and turned into a frog.

In the case of spices, I and the other party recognized that they had stolen it. It can be inferred that for that reason the word "gave me" was translated into "stolen."

If I picked up the fallen spices and said, 'I got them,' wouldn't it have been 'stolen'?　

Is this too subtle?

I'd like some more information.

However, it seems that Forced Translation Magic does not 'completely obstruct' lies.

The mere fact that I knew it made me mad.

Is the reason why a lie is judged to be a lie [is because of our perception] [the other person's knowledge] [factual relationship]?

All right. Then...

I may be able to deceive the spirit god.

swindle God

That's all right, isn't it? It's a big scale for me.

I'm sure I'll succeed as a swindler in this city.

Then I'd like more information.

I've got to expand my network to that.

"By the way, Mr. Jiro,"

While I was thinking about it, Jeanette said something like this, perhaps judging that the conversation was over.

"I'd like you to come with me a little later."

"Toilet?"

"No!"

Oh, no, it's not true.

...I'm almost at my limit.

"I go to church every morning."

Oh, well, he was a believer in the church, wasn't he?"Are you an Alvinist?"

"If you are a believer in the Spiritual Church, it is called Alvistan."

You look like a Christian. I don't care if it's easy to remember.

"And does the devout Alvistan go to church every morning to pray?"

I have no religion.

"Yes. Every morning prayers are essential, but not only that."

Jeanette folded her hands in front of her chest... her pants were in her hand... with a pure, transparent smile, and she said something outrageous.

"I deliver food every morning. as much service as I can do."

Volunteer activities.........what does that mean?

Are you saying that the large amount of food you were preparing in the kitchen was not served in the store, but for delivery to the church?

What's more... ...I don't want to think about it.

"...for free?"

"Yes. It's a donation."

Aren't you stupid!?

Donation from a poor person in a shop like this that won't even straighten up the chair!?

What's more, what's the amount of rice you were preparing? How many servings is that!? It's not ten or twenty at a low estimate. There were about thirty servings!?

That's free for everyone!?

"... I'm getting dizzy."

"Are you all right!"

Jeanette ran to me and tried to put her hand on my shoulder, but realized that she was holding pants in her hand, and hurriedly hid her hands behind her back.

Next to me, Jeanette looks down anxiously.

"Then I will go to church by myself, so please rest in your room."

"No... I'll go, too."

It's outrageous of him to let him go alone.If he did that, he'd give everything around him to others with great delight.

I have designated this as my base for a while. It's a shame that this store will disappear.

Above all, I hate waste and waste to death.

Donating to God made you happy? I don't think so. The proof is this rattling chair! It's a very poor life where you can't even get a replacement for this way!

You said every morning? Every morning, you give me thirty free meals, and I can't believe that there's nothing in return... The gods of the world are so brazen.

Is it natural for you to apply it?

Don't you know if the devout lamb starves for it?

Then there is nothing but "wasteful" in the service of God!

Donation? No need to!

The world is made up of give and take!

If you offer a service, you'll get paid! The opposite! This is the world's logic, the world's common sense! It's an iron rule!

I'll join the church and refuse to donate anything from now on.

"Jinet, remember this".

"Well, yes...?"

"I'll never waste my money before my eyes."

glare up at Jeanette Jeanette shook her shoulders.

I thought she was a great, economical girl because she cooked trashy vegetables carefully and took good care of her tools. ... She's such a waste!

Your conduct is as foolish as buying a loan for an expensive pot that you don't need!

As far as I'm concerned, religion and fraud are concerned. As long as there is no tangible benefit, I don't see any value there. Therefore, no money or goods are allowed to be provided or paid!I'll stop you, don't you think? ...absolutely.

I ate up the remaining horse mackerel sashimi and quietly burned my fighting spirit for the upcoming decisive battle.

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