Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Walk through the large gate and continue through the lonely garden.

I wish I could keep the garden as clean as it is if I'm stuck all the time.

When I looked at Millie, she looked at the idle garden and looked lonely, thinking the same thing as me.

"Don't be too cocky, Desyo"

Turn the word hard on me only, and Nica leads the way.

He pulls the old wooden door and invites him inside the bungalow.

I don't take off my shoes, I go up the hall. The floor lifts a crease.

In the tranquillity as if time was stopping, I can only hear the rising stiffness of the floor.

Guided to the back of the building, he stands in front of a large wooden door.

"This room, Death of Master Sirah's room"

Give me a cold glance and Nica puts her hand on Kido.

Beyond the slowly opened wooden door, there he was.

One old woman who grows big bald hatchet feathers off her back, shakes her tentacles and eats......

"Ha ha... lard is awesome!

A bumpy fat baba drank a sumptuous bite of Gitgit juice to see.

"My dear Death, Dear Sirah..."

"No, no, no! Mecha, you look happy. Huh!?

I imagined a scratchy, crying wet, thin beauty in a dark room... and it's a good place to fall short of expectations!

"Mmm... you guys..."

I don't know if Syrah's open or closed, my eyes buried in cheek meat turn this way.... Probably for you. If you deduce from the face and neck angle, you should be pointing this way.

After staring at us jizzily, Sirah opens her mouth by moving her meaty cheeks that are likely to squander extra energy on the opening and closing.

"Could it be someone else?

"No!

Are you still going to eat, you baba!?

"... I won't give it to you, will I?

"I don't want it!

Who wants oil juice that looks bad on their liver because they see it like that!

"Who's Dazo, you!?

I guess it's because I've roughed up my stuck voice. A man of the Agehacho tribe, who had refrained next to Syrah, ran towards me.

No, you mean the Magpie...

"Are you the larvae clan of magpies?

"Who's the larvae dazo!?

His face was 100% unmixed.

On that evidence, the yellow branchy stink from near his nose in angry claps - he stuck his stink out.

I can get a bad smell like rotten Micah in the room.

"Don't get stinky horns out, imbecile!

"Agehacho tribe dazo! I don't know when you treat me like a child. Dazo!

No, no. You're a child.

Before you became a sanagi.

"Carl is an adult Desne who has grown up this year! Don't be rude, Desyo, you scarecrow!

"Pfft. Even the snail... weird name dazo"

"Shut up, imbecile"

Seems like the name Karl is the one that holds his mouth down and laughs the fuck out of him.

Will it be fifteen this year to welcome adults?... under one of Loretta?

Is a Bug Nation an adult through a sanagi from a young body?

Why don't you ask Estella or Wendy later?

"So, this Tagami Baba is Shirakha?

"The Magpie Chow Desney!

"Who Tagamedazo!? Excuse me, Dazo!"

That statement would be rude to the Tagami.... I don't know if he's here.

But by the time it's stunning, it's all round.

You look like a pug if you just look at your face.

"In the meantime, take the bait. If you eat any more, it's gonna suck a lot."

"Don't be silly, Des! Heartbreak is a horrible thing that narrows food and takes lives, Death Neck! Master Shirakha needs to be fed even if he can't!

"Whose food is thinner!?

It's a bluff!

"The number of sighs has recently increased, Death Yo!

"I know you're eating too much and you're waking up your stomach, but whatever!

I was hoping for a replacement earlier!

It's not thinner at all, no food, no body, no nerves!

"I don't have a heart or I feel like I'm falling asleep again, Desne..."

"It's my fault! It can't be!

I thought your nerves were more fragile!?

You're hallucinating!?

"Master Shirakha, as you can see, has a broken heart and body, Death Yo!

"Sorry. I can't find one scratch..."

"Look at the tentacles. Shh!

Said, staring at Sirah's tentacles, the right tentacle was shorter than the left. Looks like they're out about half the time.

"Oh dear Death, Dear Sirah... I can't even fly anymore because of the loss of my tentacles..."

"No, I think there's another reason you can't fly."

I've never seen a creature that can fly in the sky with that weight.

"How about Desca!? Just to see you, my heart is about to be torn apart Death Yoneh!?

"Sorry. Sounds like a laugh to me one way or the other"

Even as we talked, Sirah kept eating "mochi mochi mochi" objects like fried buns served on plates.

What a happy face to eat...... it makes me want to feed. I like pugs and stuff unexpectedly.

"Sirah. Long time no see."

Lucia leans closer to Sirah, who sits in a sturdy chair.

Stand up, Baba. The Lord is visiting us at every turn. Munch your body, but get up.

………………

Sirah stared at Lucia and offered her an empty vessel containing oil juice.

"You're a replacement, aren't you?

"No, Sirah. Lucia, the lord."

"Oh. Lucia, is that you? Well, you've grown up."

"... it wouldn't even be a long reunion. We should have met last month."

Is this Baba starting to get bogged down? Or are you not interested in anything other than food......... maybe the latter.

"I brought a guest today. I'm from another district... Wentan."

"Yes, sir"

Called his name, Wendy runs a small run next to Lucia in an impenetrable move.

"This Yamamayuga daughter is going to marry a human this time."

"Oh, well..."

Shirakha stares at Wendy with her eyes wide open.

Put your hands on your mouth like marshmallows - you're not going to eat them, are you? Don't chill out looking like you're going to eat - you get a surprise look.

"You..."

"Yes. My name is Wendy."

"You look just like me when I was younger"

Syrah says with a full smile.

Wendy emits "patsy" for a moment.

It's an honor.

Shh! Spit it out!

Now for a moment I'm like, "What, seriously!?" Shocked!? You took it, didn't you!?

"So, did you get a little nervous?

Take Wendy's hand and wrap it gently with both hands. Sirah's actions were full of serenity and enveloping kindness, as when she abandoned her young child.

Wendy clearly shakes her neck to the side with a carefree gaze.

"No. I'm not anxious. I believe him, Theron."

"Yes..."

Inhale plenty and exhale loosely.

Sirah's big stomach swells and squeezes alongly along with it.

".................. it is"

It seemed to me that the words uttered contained a happy sound somewhere.

"Why did you bring Wendy here, Lucia?

Lucia has shown no discomfort in being properly called to Syrah. Despite the fact that the lord is properly attached by ordinary people.

Is this also a consideration for those who were once called subspecies? Or because I've been in a thoughtful relationship since I was a little girl...

In front of Sirah, Lucia also looked like one girl.

"I want you to let me talk to him. What Sirah experienced and what he thought at that time…"

"Let me hear it, what do you want to do?

…………

Upon Sirah's inquiry, Lucia shuts her mouth once.

And turn a serious eye toward Wendy.

His hand was held by Silaha, his gaze poured on Lucia, and Wendy let him come and go with an oro without being able to escape.

"............ the rest will be considered by that person. I want you to give me a chance to think about it."

"Yes............... yes"

Lucia and Syrah. Looks like the conversation is complete between the two of us.

Sirah lifts her neck and turns her gaze over here.

"Nica, Carl"

"Yes Death!

"Yes Dazo!

"Can you just take your seat off?

"What!? Dear De, Desquedo, Sirah!?

"Oh, no, no... I knew it, Dazo!

Looks like it wasn't me that Sirah saw, it was Nicka and Carl standing next to each other guarding me.

Naturally, the Nickas revolt...

"Please."

Nikka and the others can't argue with the sounds of softening toddlers and telling Shirakha to sweeten them.

Accept Syrah's offer of non-acceptance.

Don't forget to stare at me then.

"Then let me wait in front of Kido, Death"

"Call me as soon as you get something, Dazo! I'm gonna run in and take this guy down, Dazo!

"Why is it that I'm the one doing something?"

The mole stared at me a dozen years ago.

Such an attitude can only happen once you've become a shark.

"It's okay, so wait on the table. In" Just Nica and Carl ""

"Ha!?

…… Well, we'll both wait, Desquedo...?

To Sirah's words, Carl dyed his face bright red plainly, tilting his little neck in the wind where he said the opposing Nica didn't know what it meant.

Oh... nah.

That's the relationship.

Blunt magpie (e cup) who doesn't notice any of those imbecile feelings on a pure imbecile who loves them but can't convey those thoughts.

I'll pound my boiled eel shoulder and say a word as a senior in my life.

"You, you're a kid"

"Ugh Dazo!

Boiled eel curls stick out the smell a bit.

Stop it! It stinks!

"Ugh. You're adorable"

Ginette divulges feelings of overestimation.

Speaking of which, Ginette is not afraid of any insects or reptiles.

There are verses that I even think are "small and cute". Loretta or something, when a bug flies, it makes a warker noise, but Ginette doesn't have anything like that.

It's an unexpected side of Ginette from the look of it.

...... but I still don't see this imbecile guy as cute. Yeah, you don't.

"Fine, you guys go outside and hold hands and wait."

"Oh, my God, I can't hold hands. Dazo!

"Yes, Death Yo! I'll equip you with weapons so you can respond instantly no matter what, Descala! I'll keep it in my liver, Death Yo!

Ahhh... you're more pure of a man, but you haven't noticed at all.

Look at that. Carl tends to be a little sloppy.

I'm not equipped with a weapon. If it's you guys, I'm afraid of a false explosion.

'I accidentally stabbed you,' cause you don't look stylish when you say it like a sweet chestnut.

"Hey, Carl."

Put your hands on Carl's shoulder where the stinking horns are stored, and I'll tell you with all my heart.

"Hold on tight, hold Nica's hand"

Don't let me get stabbed.

Especially not to get stabbed for an unwarranted sin!

"Oh, you... you're backing me up, Dazo?

Yeah. And fine dust.

Safekeeping, safekeeping. It's all for me, from one to ten.

"Good guy.................. maybe Dazo"

Ha ha, that's my fault. Wow.

"Oh, me, good luck Dazo!

Carl declares to me with his willing-burning eyes. My fist is gripped forcefully.

Well, yeah. Good luck on your own.

Nica sends me a rugged glance and Carl says to me, "I'll do it!" Send a hot gaze, and we both leave.

Something was going on with the noise.

"Yashiro is really going to get along with anyone soon."

We're not close.

I just get stunned by Estella on my face.

This one's about to get stabbed.

"Well. Well, shall we talk about it? Guys, come here and sit down."

Sirah says in a calm voice and invites us.

It's a slab floor up in the ground. You're gonna sit here?

"Gilberta. There's 'Ozabu' over there, so bring it to him."

"Got it, I got it"

Silaja is giving instructions to Gilberta.

From what Lucia can't blame, I guess that's a problem-free act.

... Do you want me to help?

Or so I thought, Ginette and Millie were chasing Gilberta to help faster than I could move.

Mm-hmm. That they're well done kids.

Wendy couldn't seem to move because she was still holding hands by Syrah.

A fuzzy duvet is brought in and can be arranged in front of us.

Sit in circles with Shirakha as a reference.

It would be a little uncomfortable to have a duvet in the earthfoot area... if I could even make a tatami, I might be able to take off my shoes. I can't make tatami just now.

"It's amazing. It's a fluke."

"Ugh... fuzzy... feels no"

Ginette and Millie seem to like the fuzzy duvet.

I sit back again and again and enjoy the feeling of fluffiness.

Well, I hope it's fun. I do feel comfortable sitting.

"Well, then let me talk to you."

Sirah re-sits deeply in the chair and exhales deeply and long.

... and before that.

Come on, let Wendy go.

"Huh? Well, oh"

As if he had just noticed, Sirah releases both hands that were holding Wendy's hand.

Oh, what? You forgot?

I knew it was starting, Baba?

"I'm sorry. It's something that was slippery and comfortable to grip, so hey."

"Yes, no. I'm honored."

Despite the troubled face, I don't like it.

If they were jizzy, Wendy might have cried out too, but I guess Baba would have no problem.

Can you lose your temper if you say it with such a poisonless face? ……… yes!

"Hey, Ginette. Very comfortable rubbing..."

"Repent"

I grinned, I was blocked from speaking.

... right. Did I have to rub it and then say "I'm sorry"... I went the wrong way.

Wendy lowers her hips next to Syrah, leaving them all sitting down.

It's Lucia, Gilberta, Estella, me, Ginette, Millie and Wendy around the right from Syrah.

What a coincidence, I'm directly in front of Baba.... bad landscape, this seat.

"I got to know that guy... hey, maybe he was about the age of that tent beetle girl over there..."

"About nine?

"Ah, Mr. Terumi... Miri no, I'm fifteen this year...?

"Yes, yes. I was just nine years old."

"Ha... no..."

Millie creases and drops her shoulder.

I can't help it. Actual age doesn't look good.

If you're talking about "about that age," most of the time it refers to the appearance age, not the actual age.

Ginette is comforting Millie. Looks like you're stroking your head with a pong pong, you're giving up a young child... I knew we were all treating kids unconsciously, about Millie.

"'That man' is the man who... Mr. Shirakha was married to."

Estella throws the question, even as she says it for a moment.

That's the part I want to make clear, without blurring.

"Yes, I am."

I won't reveal the name, but I admitted the fact.

I don't care who you're married to right now.

If Sirah doesn't want to say it, she doesn't have to ask.

More than that, 'what happened with him' - that's the problem.

"Not with that guy, it's like having a burning relationship..."

"Sirah. That's a good story around there. Tell him about the tentacles."

"But hey, Lucia. If he were you, the flowers would be ashamed of me when I was your age, outside..."

"Syrah!... some young daughters. Will you take that into account?"

Lucia stops Syrah from holding down her red-stained cheeks.

Thank you, Lucia.... I don't even want to hear Baba's peach talk or anything.

"But hey, I don't have anybody to listen to these stories. I want to talk to you. Wow."

"Let Nica and Carl talk later."

These areas will be full of puke, though.

"I can't. Those kids...... ugh. Everyone in the Magpie tribe, maybe the other sub-people... decide my past as' sad 'and they won't let me talk."

The face of Sirah, who said so, seemed very lonely.

The stories of the past, determined to be 'sad things', should not be allowed to speak out because they remind us of the wounds of Sirah's heart...... or something like that, you seem to be thinking.

So, are you trying to cover up the wounds of the past with something fun in front of you and delude you?

If so...

"Okay. Baba, I'm gonna ask you about romance on an empty stomach."

When you don't have anything to throw up.

"But now I want to know the conclusion first. Can I talk to you about the tentacles?

"Oh, yeah? Yeah, yeah... yeah, yeah."

Sirah with a weak grin, seemingly a little lacking.

But at the next moment, I'm going to turn it into a sunny look.

"Well, that doesn't mean we've got one more piece of fun."

- And, by the way, I snap my throat and laugh.

Finally figured it out.

The liver in question this time.

And while Lucia and Syrah realize it, they can't hit it.

Flirted by the goodwill that keeps me randomly bathed.

"But I don't taste it when you just say the conclusion. Just for a little while, will you stick with the story?

Sirah looks at me and says:

He wants me to talk to him.

Fine. I'll listen to you.

If your feelings are included in the story.

"He was a very strange man. He was so sweet to me as a subspecies."

"Did he say 'subspecies' to you?

"Yeah. That guy never said that. In the whole city, the atmosphere was already ready from that time on."

But I guess humans - especially the aristocrats - continued to have such a deep-seated will.

Previously obtained information on Syrah said that 'Syrah married a nobleman'.

If 'that man' and they are nobles, they must have been noisy around them anyway, against their will.

The weirdo......?

It's ironic that you're treated like a stranger for doing a good deed.

"My house is poor. By the time I was nine, I was at work. Thank you for your help with the groundnut guild."

"Ah..."

I heard Silaha was once in the groundnut guild and Milly's tentacle moves perfectly.

Sometimes when you have something in common with yourself, you are sexually happy.

That's exactly what Millie looks like right now.

"So I met that guy... each other, we were just kids, but we fell in love hard, and... one day that guy was outside about me..."

"I told you that story would happen again!?

What can you do!?

Do you really want to talk about that!?

I only have a terrible bad feeling about the word "outside"!

"Well, then, next time, just the two of us."

"Will you stop making meaningful statements!? I need you to get married and talk to me about what's ahead!

Scold Baba for pointing a flush at me and encourage him to go ahead.

Even Ginette, Millie and Estella look red. Don't tell a story that the maiden can't tell you.

"I'm sorry. I'm kind of embarrassed... and I get deluded."

No, it's supposed to be a much more embarrassing story about what you're trying to talk about.

"I don't know how to say this to myself..."

Sirah showed a slightly lit bare gesture, and... a fluffy grin.

A gentle grin, like a vegetable flower shaking in the spring breeze.

"He welcomed me as his rightful wife."

"Ah..."

Millie leaks her voice.

Millie has a verse that envisions the position of the subspecies so low that she shys away from riding the carriage.

I guess I couldn't believe it, such as that subspecies could be the true wives of the aristocracy.

Wendy on the other hand...... must have talked a lot to Cylon...... she was taking Sirah's word for it with a warm grin.

It doesn't matter if it's a subspecies or a subspecies, I'm thinking of marrying a man I love as a single woman. I feel that room.

"Those around you... didn't your relatives disagree?

It was Estella who asked the question.

This guy is noble, too. You know exactly what the aristocracy thinks and does behind it.

I guess that experience and knowledge led me to the conclusion that 'the aristocrats make the subspecies righteous wives' could not be allowed.

"They did. Hey. That's already harsh."

The choice of words indicates who the person is.

Because the time you experience it and the emotions you feel at that time affect your language.

"Harsh"

Sirah who chose such a word. What the hell did this guy think he lived through that time?

"But that guy's stubborn too...... ugh"

In the midst of a fierce rebellion, I'm sure the two of us continued to resist it.

To that grin I miss the old days, I felt sad at the same time.

"He was my oldest son, and he told me he was going to throw the house away... and... it was in the grill."

Breathtaking sounds shake the indoor air.

The eldest son of a nobleman who abandoned his house and decided to live with Syrah.

Relatives who did not make it good and went out to hard means if they were to turn against it.

It is common when it comes to common, and I guess that event, like a third-rate tragedy, caused the two young people to suffer indelible wounds.

The wounds, even hearsay, tighten the hearts of those around them.

"Surrounded by a sea of fire, I flew desperately. I held him, I didn't see him before, and I was grumpy... and when I ran away with my life, my tentacles were off and gone."

Half-length right tentacle.

It is an injury to honor suffered to save the beloved…

But the price of that honor was enormous.

"In the end, that's what got us separated... well, we both had lives, so we just have to think we're happy"

The grin that floated at that time looked like a crier.

The word is not meant to be. But I can't do it without saying so.

Above all, I guess I can't stand myself.

"Syrah... you're pretending to be a mess in front of them, aren't you?

"Ugh... I don't mean to..."

Hold your mouth and laugh quietly.

Answer me so clearly, call me behind these words... there is no way this baba is bogged down.

Simply locking in a room and eating what you can give looks delicious... is an act to distract those around you.

"You were separated because the people around you were making too much noise."

"Oh... you're so smart"

Showing pure surprise, Sirah stares at me.

"What do you mean... what is it, Mr. Yashiro?

Ginette asks me.

Running away from the baking, which caused the separation.

If that's all, the answer is one, given that it's because of injuries, the other person's desperation, devotion, constant fighting... and all sorts of possible reasons, but that Syrah continues to play the stuck Baba today.

"After the incident, Sirah asked his people for help. My husband, the eldest son of a nobleman, was burned. That's quite a case. From there on, it won't be possible to live properly."

You can't live as a nobleman anymore, you're injured...

Sirah 'flew with' the man, which meant that he couldn't escape on his own.

Even after escaping from the firehand, the Sirahs were still stranded.

Relatives and compatriots are the ones you can count on in such a situation... your companions.

"You're absolutely right. Surprised. Looks like you've seen it."

"I'm just making inferences by combining the information I've been given"

"Really? But it's amazing."

Titty and, like, a marshmallow, he slaps his hand on me and praises me.

Don't.

I don't even want a round of applause sent in such a lonely face.

"He... he took refuge in me during the explosion and burned me. I didn't even feel conscious... it really chilled my liver."

He fled with his husband in that condition, and Sirah returned to the land, where he had no intention of going.

"And go back to your people... you got caught. To my people."

"Yep. That's right."

Slightly raise your chin and show it a way to peek across the wood door.

I guess Nica or Carl hasn't heard or checked.

"My family made a fuss when they saw me back home full of creativity." Hurt by humans "... I couldn't get my story properly listened to."

"Why... is it? If I told you the truth, you'd understand..."

Ginette says puzzled.

But that question is a little harsh. You can't let Syrah answer that.

I'll open my mouth instead.

"Imagine... I wonder how Syrah, where she spoke the truth, was' deceived ',' threatened, isn't that what they say 'and couldn't get it to work that way"

For example, even if Sirah complained, "This man is not a bad man," the family cannot trust the word because they are witnessing a full-blown Sirah.

How can you believe a man who is a blood relative of someone who endangered his daughter's life?

The harder Syrah complains, the more he runs into those thoughts: 'Are they being said' and 'Are they even brainwashed'?

"Is that... so extreme, so presumptuous... that I ignore Mr. Sirah's words in any way..."

"Wendy's parents didn't listen to Wendy, either."

"Ah..."

Ginette should actually be watching too.

How many times have I tried to persuade those parents who wouldn't give up a single step in 'You're Deceived'?

"That and this is because I had a crappy identity, which is" subspecies "but" subspecies ". The imprint," Humans deceive and discriminate against other races. "

…………

Ginette shut up.

Sorrows are spreading across your chest, and you must be feeling heavy.

Maybe you didn't get much of a chance to touch it. Because I lived protected by my grandfathers at the Yangdu Pavilion.

That's a very happy thing to do.

"I'm sorry, Wendy. Use it as an analogy."

"Uh... Oh, no. Never mind."

I apologize for the disrespect with which I used my parents for a less good analogy.

You wouldn't feel just fine.

Both Wendy and Millie have complex expressions.

These two have probably had a glimpse of such a glimpse.

You look like you're remembering something, that's the look on your face.

"A few times, I've tried to get out of here... but it didn't work"

So, how long did Sirah give up... no, he compromised.

Whenever you try to escape, try to fight, interference and restraint from around you become more severe.

"Three years of hard work... and talking to the lord... but in the end, we chose to live apart."

"... I'm sorry I couldn't help you"

"Oh. It's about your grandfather's time, Lucia."

"Still... I... eh"

"Please stop."

Brushing Lucia's hair, which frowns at her roots, Silaha smiles gently as she points at her child.

"Thanks to you, I am still able to exchange letters with him. I'm just happy."

"Are you being written?

Hope that seemed slight.

And Ginette reacted.

"Yep. Once a month."

"Yes... what is it... good"

It's really trivial...... Sirah looks happy from the bottom of her heart.

Perhaps that is what makes Sirah a living force today.

The two of them, exhausted from each other in the three years they kept fighting each other, decided to stop resisting thinking that they would really be pulled apart as they were.

Live apart and exchange letters via the lord.

That's how we keep each other alive and well - and I've kept comforting our minds by thinking so.

"If I, the human being, intervene poorly, I can mislead the insects, including the Magpies." Will the lord still shelter man? "I don't want both sides... so I haven't been able to make up my mind."

I mourn my lack of strength and Lucia bows her head deeply.

"Sirah...... sorry. I want you to apologize from the bottom of your heart."

"Oh. If you stop. It's okay, it's okay. I'm still happy enough."

"But their time..."

"Time is long gone and you'll never come back. So is the time that has passed while I regret it. Then you'll have to live happily ever after and you'll regret it forever. Right? Come on, keep your head up already."

If you waste your time to regret it, you will one day regret that waste.

Should we split what we can't do and live happily ever after...?

That looks like a seemingly positive thought... and the fruit of it is a very sad thought.

"Those kids are doing really well, too. Guys, think of me, for me, and you work hard every day. If I say I'm unhappy with this, it's just like saying bad things about those kids. I'm happy in this life."

The Agehachos who do not lend their ears to the words of Syrah.

But it comes from pure goodness everywhere, and Syrah cannot blame it evil.

Too many degrees of moderation. A push of goodwill.

But if it was all directed at me... it would be hard to reject it.

Persistence with humans and subspecies. imprinted emotions.

And the rumor that 'Shirakha was hurt by humans' started when Shirakha lost his tentacles.

Together, they created a tide of 'Look, man is awful after all'.

I guess young people like Nica and Carl don't even suspect that.

Some kind of give up... Sirah doesn't seem to be going to say that anymore either.

"But... right. If there's ever gonna be a rebirth... then I'd be happy to be with you."

"... gusu"

Millie snorts.

Ginette strokes Millie's back in a hurry to calm her down.

Two Untied......

I have no choice..................

... but.

"Hey, Baba."

I can't leave this third-rate tragedy behind.

"What are you giving up on me for?

Because of Temehe's injuries, Wendy's parents are suspicious of humans by the time they're firm, and they're vehemently opposed to Wendy's marriage.

"Give me all your hands, you look like you don't have the power to exchange anymore..."

You know how much profit this marriage will make?

If we settle in, we'll make huge profits far beyond our imagination, right?

"It would be a big mistake if you thought you could spread your sight if you were old enough to eat."

It would have been a shame if you had such a raw and warm idea to stay calm and safe without a wave of wind, without hurting anyone. I'm sorry, but you're already involved. It's my money story.

"Sirah. You said you were happy enough in your life right now, didn't you?... Is he serious?

Sure, now you can be surrounded by gentle companions, cared for by everyone, and check the safety of your beloved, albeit only by letters.

I guess I live a happy life there.

But.

You're not happy there.

"There's still so much in the world that you don't know. Don't you want to see him? You really have the best view out there, but you don't know it, you're satisfied and out of sight with just the cheap happiness you've been given... are you okay with that?

"Yashiro......"

Shut up, Estella.

By turning my gaze, I will seal Estella's words.

No thanks, no disrespect. That's not what this is about.

It's got to be about this much to pull this guy down, who's been held up by all sorts of guys for a long time.

"I need your help. I'm sorry, but I have no right of veto."

I get up and walk over to Sirah's sight.

My eyes looking up at me, pretending to be a completely withered wind, were lurking surprises and expectations.

Take a good look with those thin eyes.

This is the face of the man who scratches your dead wrinkle heart.

Mostly.

I'm not letting him talk about how hard it is to be happy when you're about to get married. What if I get anxious about my marriage?

Even if Wendy says she wants to stop the wedding because of it, I'll claim damages from Temehe.

Hey, it's Syrah. You really do realize that, don't you?

It makes it a priority not to have a wave of wind and not to scratch anyone. Look at me like that... most importantly, Temehe keeps scratching me.

Wendy looks really happy when she's with Cylon.

Even you, I'm sure you do, don't you?

"Let's make a bet, Sirah"

"... bet?

"Oh, yeah"

"I don't want it to be too difficult, do I?

"Hey, it's easy."

I'll show you the sour and sweet face of my life.

You're still ignorant.

"You've been eating all kinds of delicious food, haven't you?

"Right. Because everyone brings a lot of it, hey. I think I ate more or less of what I could get around here."

"'More or less what you can get around here'......"

That's ignorance.

"Then I'm going to make something really good that you guys know so well that I can take it around here. Probably something you've never even spoken of."

"Oh. Is there such a thing?

"If there is... help me. No matter what Nica or her people say, it's all over the place."

"Ugh...... funny kid. You, what's your name?

"It's Yashiro."

"Yeah, yeah. Yashiro, right? Fine. That bet, I'll give you a ride."

All right.

Then let's just win this bet.

"Ginette. Then Millie"

"Yes, sir"

"Yep... dull... what?

Millie, who still has red eyes, and Ginette, who is comforting it.

I'm gonna have to get these two smiles back.

"Help me. Make this grandmother smile with all her heart."

It's not a pattern...... I tried flying a wink or something and the effect seemed to be surface.

Ginette and Millie lost their words for a moment, and after seeing each other face, they all smiled so that they could play.

"Ha!"

"Ugh!"

I gave the two of them instructions and asked for a little help.