Ohanabatake no Maousama

About six people were fighting. No, it's better to hang it up rather than fight.

From the perspective of Kudels, the four remaining men surround a woman like a scriptwriter and a man next to it. The story tells us that actors want to do the trendy Montesk story, but writers want to do something else.

Indeed, one of the surrounding actors is large and muscular, perfect for Montesk. However, his face is not suitable for the protagonist in flattering, but rather it seems that he usually plays a cut role such as bandits. However, since Montesk is wearing a white mask, the features are meaningless. For him, it was considered a unique opportunity to get a role close to the protagonist.

"But I don't want him to play the role of Montes Q. I'm a substitute for me, so I'd like to leave it to someone who is more physically and elegantly standing."

Looking at the shouting actors, Kudels muttered in a small voice inaudible to anyone. For some reason, his hand is holding a blackboard, moving chalk with tremendous force, and writing something.

Still, it's no wonder that Kouders is dissatisfied. The body hidden under Kudels's black robe is much better styled than the actor in front of him, and his behavior is elegant.

No matter how much effort the actor has made, it probably won't reach the beauty buried in the suspicion. If the lords who witnessed the actual Montes Q saw it, it would be a laughing nose.

Montes Q is ... suspicious, but not unnatural. At least it was so defined in Kudels' aesthetics.

"Hmmm, bad, but I don't want to be able to get along with these screenplays.

While Kudels is frustrated, the actors scream at the final notice.

"Okay, this story has the permission of the director. If you stick to that script, you're fired! By now, the director is looking for another writer and musician !!"

In short, the struggle was in harmony with them. The script was probably written by the director of their troupe. And the actors performed their role brilliantly.

...... It is a terrible and annoying story for the store that became the venue.

"That's it! If we get the troupe, we can't do it together!" "Do you know! If you want to do that script, you'll win another troupe!"

Along with such abandoned words, the actor's men leave with a ridiculous smile. After confirming that they had left the store, Kudels presented the blackboard he had in hand to the owner.

Looking at the blackboard, the shopkeeper who became angry with his eyes nodded greatly. He immediately issued an invoice based on what was written on the blackboard, and gently handed it to the guy working at the store.

Kuders wrote an estimate of the store's damage. It had a list of what had been destroyed, and its price was almost accurate, and the shopkeeper was wrapping his tongue sneakly at a connoisseur in Kudels.

Tomorrow, a damage claim will be sent to the theater company via a powerful person whom the shop owner is familiar with. Outrageous behavior requires commensurate rewards.

"It was a disaster," Kudels said, leaving the rest of the shop to the other guys and approaching a writer who was uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry. This kind of fuss ..." said the man next door, who was silent all the time. Kudels instantly realizes that the man's finger has a unique shape and is probably a musician who uses stringed instruments.

"No, that was the thing that those guys set up from the start. I don't think you'll charge anything for the victims."

When Kudels turned gently, the shopkeeper nodded heavily to confirm the statement.

"Rather than that, what is the script you wanted to do?" "Well, this was a recent story in a neighboring country ..."

Perhaps they brought them to persuade them. The writer wrote some booklets out of the bag.

"Even if you look?" "Please ..."

Kudels, who has obtained permission, turns the cover of the script and opens his mouth.

"What is Kuders. What kind of book is it?" Amoena, who was next to me, looked into Kudels's hand, but she could barely read the letters. All she can read and write is her name, some commonly used words, and even numbers. The staff at the shop here were similar, except for the shopkeeper and the accounting staff, who knew nothing but the text on the shop menu.

"Would you like me to read it if you like? I'd like to make a nuisance to the store and at least compensate for it ..." was a musician man.

When everyone turns to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper responds with a big nod. After confirming the owner's permission, the musician took out a violin-like instrument from his luggage and began tuning.

And after he tuned, the story that he started talking about the instrument with one hand-