Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Lena hates being hot and bitter.

There is revulsion, such as stickiness and confusion.

Because when I used to look like a girl, the man who comes near me only thought about wandering Lena's body, and the woman only came to such Lena with a contempt and an incomprehensible gaze.

Hands stretched out to exploit or hurt.

How could you accept such a thing?

Finally, I don't even like being so frivolous.

Try calling me "brother" and "sister" even though the blood is not connected, or wear the matching one to make sure the friendship is confirmed.

Because such, deceptive behavior only made me feel the disgust of deception.

So.

"So, Torpe, you don't need it anymore. Oh!?

Spirit Festival, same day.

Even this or the yellow torpedo pressed Lena swung her gripping stems, screaming loudly enough to beat the hustle and bustle around her.

"Oh, hey!

"If you do that, you'll get petals scattered - right?

"You've got it right, you idiot, Lena!

Immediately, Emmy Rio and the others raise their voices of condemnation.

They also had a round of yellow torpedo flowers inserted into their chests.

Anything yellow Torpe flower words are "fraternity," and it seems customary for members of the Hannah Orphanage to send matching flowers to each other and insert them into their chests on this day of the Spirit Festival.

On the day of the festival, matching, flowers.

From Lena, it is a miserable act, hot and bitter, and deliberate, that can go into five fingers.

Naturally, I didn't mean to insert such flowers in her, but when I saw the spiritual festival roll out or no, or the lana with nothing on her chest, the Emilios looked pitifully "ahhh".

By the way, when they received the torpedo they were handing out besides the store, they were pushing it on Lena to "take it because it would be luggage".

"Don't give up on me or anything else..."

That's right.

Less than an hour after the Spirit Festival began, Lena was pretty sloppy.

Because, for once, they accompany the Emilios in the form of a discount rate, but they don't even hear of such a stop to Lena, and storming everywhere to open stores from earlier on, they are developing frivolous price bargaining.

Anne enters from a public tale and praises her mistress to death, thinking she had three apple candies aside, Marcel groans that Po is softly misaligned with the bad product, wraps up the muzzle powdered cheese from the cheese shop's master, and if so, Emilio gets her knife sharpening free once in a while, moisturizing her unusual eyes and drawing sympathy.

When I was on that arm, the owners of the shop who finally turned up the sound said, "You can have this torpedo, now give me a break!" So much for shouting - so much so that Lena is in a florist-like condition - that's something like a staggered money-keeper test.

"Anne of praise, Marcel of whining, Emmy Rio of crying down. Well, there's no one in this neighborhood who doesn't know the name of my three sisters."

Behind Lena, who is snuggling in embarrassment, such a voice sounds relaxed.

Bruno.

He also had a yellow torpe inserted into his chest. Though I think he is the least suited man such as a flower, unexpectedly he shows well a pale colored petal on his brown skin.

Bruno narrowed his eyes so that he could see across the crowd, pointing to the stores around him "Look".

"The owner of that pot shop over there, would have switched sellers. So is the master of the 800 houses over there. You're quite alert. Looks like they've put out a veteran seller instead of a day job (part-time) hired for the Spirit Festival. - Emilio, pull yourself together."

"Aye!"

In response to the last piece of advice, Emilio and the others respond to a very good child.

Their eyes sparkled more in fighting spirit, as if they could see a swirling flame behind them.

"Let it be, Brother Bruno! In the name of Brother Leo (Master), I'll make a lot of money!

"Phew, now that I've switched sellers, I mean, yeah. Because we have a" True Eye "(True Eye) that gives Brother Leo a glimpse of the character of his opponent!

"It's three types of attack, because it's colorless!

"So stop..."

Lena shrugged softly.

Earn high returns at low cost - if it was an act of "selling," she was also a long time amateur about the act of "buying", which could be dealt with by the discipline of marketing, price and price taking down.

Happy or unhappy, she's never had a hard time with money. It's worth it. If it's enough to multiply the cost of communication, then it seemed wiser to buy it in words.

Or are there no such concepts as outside hearings or shame on these children?

Lena had a grudge. She pointed her gaze at Bruno.

"I mean, you're gonna have to stop being a little serious, Bruno. It's embarrassing how many orphans you've been orphaned for so long, isn't it?

"Embarrassed? Why?

Bruno tilted his neck faceless.

"Look. The children are alive. My husbands seem to have fun with that. In this lower town, obedient ducks who buy heavily at the word are nothing but boring. Eating or eating, winning or losing, it's only through an interchange that you can taste the flavor of business."

I'll test the look on the shopkeepers' faces just in case, with a frigid glance at what I've been told pale.

…………

The only thing that makes my face look bright red is rage, and the only thing that makes it bright blue is hopelessness.

but, well, it's a lively and vivid look, I'm sure.

(... not fooled? Me)

As always, it is difficult to understand that the emotional expression is too intense a lower town quality.

Lena, with a slightly distant eye,

"... whatever you say is fun like that"

and was forced to clean up the problem.

I don't know, I'm just saying it's an agenda that doesn't even deserve working brain cells.

And Bruno, who picked up that grunt, raises one eyebrow "more".

"Good for you, Lena. Today (...) children smile. Are you relieved?"

By the way, he's been mentioning things he doesn't know that way, so Lena says, 'Ha!?' I said it back in Elandean. If you express vegan emotions, only speak to Bruno opponents in Erandean.

'Oh my God!? Kids will smile, but cry or cry, it's not what I know!

'Well said. At the Snow Flower Festival, you were hardened by the children crying'

'That's...! I simply lost my word on these kids' spectacularly awful crying faces!

Yes, when Leo was abducted by the prince at the Snow Flower Festival, there was a commotion where the Emilios cried gangsters.

"It's good that when you earn money and go home, Brother Leo thinks you can do it with praise!" No words of comfort applied to them drooling their noses, and Lena was on her way.

Well, that too, when Bruno says, "Don't think the sweets you're looking for will stay on the table forever, fool. Because I don't eat right now," he drank, "and if you regret it, try making more rough money at the Spirit Festival. Where there is money, there is Leo. As soon as I made a suggestion I wasn't sure, they stopped crying perfectly and changed the color of my eyes.

(What the heck, these kids...)

Because of this, Lena said she was comforted by her unfamiliarity. He said he made me make money with ease.

They say, "I want to see Brother Leo" and "I'll do my best for Brother Leo" anyway by rounding that up.

And Lena was not less irritated - and again, even if she was hurt, she was there.

(- No! No, no, no, no! Why are you hurting me with this flow!

If you dare say so, that's like being hurt by Leo's insistence on mud sales rather than his fantastic marketing practices. Nothing, I don't think I can ever take Leo's place, I'm sad that I can't move my children's hearts in my own words, and I'm not hurt by those childish, silly sentiments.

"I'm not" brother "or anything......!

Now, children who know who they are don't call themselves "Brother Lena."

I'm sorry for the heat, the smell, the frivolity.

So this is it.

(Plus, either way, in a few more days, we're going back to our original bodies)

When Leo wrote to me, "I want you to postpone putting your body back until the week after the Spirit Festival," Lena did rejoice in the good fortune of getting down and springing up.

Honestly, the feeling that Leo and I had an awkward breakup was greater that we ate a shoulder watermark, but still, we were glad to find out that we could welcome a separation called the "Spirit Festival" in this way.

But day after day, whenever I realized a time limit was imminent, there became haste and remorse in Lena.

Two more weeks until it goes back to normal. Ten days.... a week.

I'm sure that when today's Spirit Festival is over, she counts "how many more days" each day.

Uncondescending, chasing members of the orphanage with their eyes.

That's right.

Only in my heart, let's admit it.

Lena didn't want to go back to where she was.

As a girl, as a fallout for the Marquis, I didn't like to cross over in aristocratic society, etc.

Alternatively, it was no longer my pleasure to live a life of drawstrings, aiming at unusual beauty.

More, like this, in the sunlight, I wanted to be stupid, busy, hateful - with honest children, fussing.

(I can't believe you're untrained, even though you're not like me)

But if they call me "brother," or whatever, and I can even put a spare smile on my children - I might put the uncontrolled emotions in this chest on the table.

I just didn't want to do such an ugly imitation.

So this is it.

Children are hostile to Lena, don't call me "brother," etc., just keep your distance.

I don't even need a matching torpedo.

I can't be a "brother" forever.

Bruno looked at Lena, who turned around and tied her mouth, intrigued, but never spoke of her thoughts in particular.

And, as always, a happy child rolls up the loot from the store to change his hoarse smile to a look like he noticed something.

"-...? What is it, that?

Beyond their gaze was a flock of men, all lined up.

Old woman with crooked hips. Young child. A man in a dull old outfit.

People like that, one way or the other, who are likely to be classified as "socially vulnerable", slowly approach us.

Everyone had a glorious, exciting look at the same time with some sacred mission, as if that person was the one who was despicable of it, but was planning something fun.

"What? That's a lot of people."

Bruno also leans his neck against a rare matrix.

He was looking closely at that group, and eventually,

"The poor living in the swamps? No, there's also a mix of slums in the West End..."

I shrugged without anyone. He's worried about who he is.

"Ah! Hey, I didn't see Mr. Chris right now!?

"What, where?!?

Aiming Emilio shouts when she finds the shadow of a woman who has become completely familiar with her face here recently.

The Marcels, who are often connected to Chris, also followed him in a slight fashion.

"Huh? He's not here? Is that a mistake?

"I'm here! Look, that back there! Mr. Gustav is with his brother!

Emilio fingers diligently, but he can't find it because the lines of the population are long and follow beyond sight.

And then, even now, watching, the intrigued horses meet, and more and more people.

The first few sound trumpets or call out loud, apparently looking to join this queue.

"Now it's time for our voices!

"Deliver it to the Imperial Palace!

"Go to the Imperial Palace!

"Have a spiritual festival in history!

Just to be clear, that's not even what I figured out, whether they're trying to demonstrate or celebrate.

But because they tell me so cheerfully - that we all head to the Imperial Palace with our shoulders together and scream something seemed kind of a very, festive, nice thought.

"Hey, let's go too!

"Ha!?

The basically troublesome Lena does a little, but the children who sparkled their eyes have not even heard of it.

When the loot was pocketed and nostalgic in the cucumber, it jumped into the queue at the same time.

"Hey......! Hey, wait...!

Lena frowns at them as they advance to an apparently frigid project in front of the pulling edge.

but

"Let's go, Lena"

Bruno, who apparently caught my interest, was lightly attached to the children's side, so she was to follow with a face that chewed up about a hundred bitters.

"Oh, my God, it's an annual one to follow the parade and watch the royal gestures, isn't it?

It poisons remorse, but no, thank you or seems subtly different.

(-... too many people?

Yes, the group, which had grown in number so that it could swell even by the time it reached the palace, was no longer even listening to the guards' suppression, pushing it to the cucumber in front of the palace square.

The scale and manner of doing this was clearly different from the usual, neatly arranged view.

"-... Yikes!

Eventually, a ground roar comes from the front when he finally solidifies his foot stomping ground as he painstakingly settles into the corner of the square and is about to get messed up.

No, you're not, this is a voice.

Too many, too loud, screaming overlapping sounds.

It instantly spread around, and eventually the Lenas also understood that the content of the cry was "Long live the King of Gold Coins".

"Long live the King of Gold? Why?"

The two names of the contemporary emperor should have been King Golden Sword.

When Lena was frowning, people who seemed to have just the same questions were asking it around and being explained with excitement.

"We live in the swamps, but we've been here a long time because of this lack of water. But the next Emperor's King of Gold saved me! Summon the water, with an awesome cloth like a formation!

"Formation?"

The old woman continued to be good at her opponents tilting their necks at words unfamiliar to her ears.

that water scarcity and contamination of water were occurring, mainly in the marshes and in the lowest slams.

That the Kind Prince of Heart has arranged a sorcery to shred himself and summon the purified water.

That the friend persuaded the Spirit and even offered a cheap cloth sewn away by magic.

However, because of this, the prince is blamed by the ancient Ginseng nobility and the girl he cares about - he also teaches the Spirit, he is a maiden of benevolent beauty - that he is even trying to stay away, etc.

"Well, that prince is a big man."

"That's a good one."

The festival-loving and heart-loving Richiertans nod as they were impressed.

Originally drunk with wine, they seemed to honestly get that explanation and think of supporting the prince.

"Sounds more fun than anything. We can scream, too, right? Banzai!

"Gold King, Banzai!

In that way, everywhere, the work of this prince and the hymn celebrating it become more widespread.

The Emilios also said, "Have fun!" and as I began to mimic it,

(-Wait a minute...?

Only Lena, then blued her complexion, was busy circling her thoughts.

Formation.

The formation that summons the water.

For sure, Leo has asked me about the structure before.

I could not explain what it was in the letter after all, and I obviously felt signs that it was going to connect with every trouble, and I deceived "I'll talk to you when I see you," but I can't believe the prince was completing it.

(Which means Leo said the water summons was about getting involved in this, and even around the thought of the prince, "the merciful maiden who inspired the Spirit" is Leo, which means... he saved the country too... Holy, woman...?

To an imagination so horrible, thoughts stop working that way.

Lena stared into the void with a cold sweat as she unconsciously gripped the yellow torpe.

Abnegation Virgin, Leonora.

Thinkers of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Candidate for the lead concubine.

I didn't know you mass-produced such a desperate flag in just three months.

(Wait... calm down, Lena. Still, it's not like he did the national heroic feat... eh)

With the addition of a title to "The Virgin of the Redemption," Lena can't finally go back.

Or, intensely, never, I don't want to go back to my original body.

(Knowing they exist all over the country, how do we get out of here...!?

No, calm down.

Lena told herself desperately.

Even so.

If, in the unlikely event that Leo even gets a title as the Virgin of the Redemption, he doesn't even crack his face, what can he still do?

That's right.

If, for example, the roar of this roaring crowd does not come out of the balcony, or even "Leonora" with the prince...

Whoa... whoa!

At that moment, the earthy cheer echoed, and Lena looked up all the time.

At the end of his gaze, a beautiful prince with a white surcoat had just stepped out onto the balcony at a grand footing.

- In that arm, with a white dress together, holding a brunette girl.

"Huh...?

"No way..."

"Leo, Dear Nora - I mean, Brother Leo...?

The children, looking up as they stretched out, groaned.

Hmm, Bruno, who was watching the look with his arms together, eventually nodded heavily.

"I don't care what you think, you're right"

To the dazzling prince of Reishi, the tension of the people rises to its climax.

Countless arms thrust up into the sky, cheering enough to likely break the tympanic membrane, twisted simultaneously and spread on the spot.

That, in the center of the square.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Lena just screamed.