The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

"...excuse me,"

Tracy sits in front of us and bows her head shyly.

I'm changing my dirty dress, getting my hair done again, getting my makeup done, stuffing my nose with cotton.........Hey!

"What a shameful finish..."

"...she's beautiful,"

secretly exchange views with Estella They seem to agree.

We are still waiting in the reception room as we are preparing meals.

I've been here quite a long time now, with Tracy changing. It's long past noon. It's despite arriving earlier than expected.

In the reception room, a four-seater sofa is placed opposite each other across a short table, and an extraordinarily luxurious one-seater sofa is placed on the upper seat.

I thought Tracy would sit there, but she sat in the upper quadruple seat.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please have a seat. and forgive me for being the first to sit down with a touch of anemia."

"No... yes. Take a good rest. Anemia is scary."

"Hoot!"

"Oops!? You've got another nosebleed, you lord!"

"Sir Estella, please take care of yourself.

"What, me!? Is it my fault!"

I'm surprised by the nosebleed, and Estella is confused when Natalia scolds me. Despite our noisy air, they are hastily wiping off the red spray on the table.

No, no, wipe the tracy first. Your dress will get dirty again.

However, Tracy smiles weakly with a faintly gleaming gesol face.

"Well... I'm sorry... ...for your kind words... ...not really..."

Don't bleed your nose at the word "tsuki."

The lords here, after all, seem to belong to the perverted category. That's all a lord is like. ...and I'm flat on my chest.

"Bo, shall we sit down too?"

I was sitting at my disposal until Tracy came, but I didn't know where Tracy was going to sit, so I stood and waited until I finished changing. But... ...now it's hard to sit down for a different reason. ...I don't want my clothes dirty.

However...

"Oh... it's real, isn't it?"

Tracy's eyes are crazy looking at Estella.

They are the eyes of a girl who is completely in love.

I don't think he thinks Estella is a man, do he?

Estella's expression is a little stiff with the intense gaze.

"Isn't it the first time I saw him at the lord's house in the twenty-ninth Ward?"

Estella. You may have chosen a word, but it's like saying, "You're crazy right now." Well, it's weird.

Tracy, however, smiled shyly, without showing displeasure at the nuance of such words.

"There were other lords at that time, and I am afraid of revealing my personal feelings on such occasions."

"Well, that's right, isn't it?"

You can't say, "Aesthetica, moe~" in that heavy place.

Well, I understand.

"Oh, dear Estella," Please sit down."

Nervously, Tracy points to the sofa.

That's too tight.

That's why you never knew me before.

Does BU's pressure to tune in outweigh these feelings...?

If that's the case, what a stuffy organization BU is.

In any case, we can't stand there forever, so we head for the sofa.

For now, the most luxurious chairs pass through and sit side by side on a four-seater sofa opposite Tracy.

It's a sort of arrangement between me and Natalia.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tracey,"

"Yes, yes!"

Just by calling her name, Tracy's eyes sparkle with countless stars and hearts popping out of her head. I had a vision of…

This guy really likes Estella, doesn't he? I don't know for now where that favorite vector is headed.

"Well, thank you very much for inviting me to-day," Thank you again..."

"I don't want to thank you!"

A thin voice is then exhaled loudly and clearly, and Estella's shoulders tremble.

Dyeing her blush to her loud voice, Tracy crumbles on the sofa.

"Yes, I'm sorry... for making such a loud noise."

"Oh, no. Don't worry."

"Oh... you're kind. Dear Estella,

At Estella's words, Tracy casts an enraptured glance.

No matter what you do, it's like Estella is fine.

Estella glances me for help. I'm sorry, though. I can't handle it.

Apparently, this is Estella's jurisdiction, so I decided to throw a ball.

"Mr. Tracey," Would you like me to make you some coffee before dinner?"

When Nene approaches Tracy after wiping the blood off the table, Tracy's eyes, which had melted until a moment ago, are instantly sharpened.

"Nay! What's wrong with interrupting the conversation!? Speak!"

`But I'm sorry!'

At a sudden cry, all three of us trembled, "Surprised.

It's a complete change.

What's wrong with this change? It makes me wonder if I'm really the same person.

Tracy still reprimands Nene, despite our embarrassment.

"In the first place, the price of coffee is fixed after a meal! Don't you have any common sense?"

`I'm sorry again!'"That's enough! Step back!"

"Yes! Excuse me!"

Hastily bowing, Nene hurried to the door fast and fast.

Nene turns this way in front of the door and tries to leave the room with another deep bow.

Tracy's rant comes back to Nene.

"Nay! Where's the head waiter leaving the guests behind? I'm not telling you to go that far!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

After bowing and glancing about the room, Nene moved to the corner of the room, where we were, and stood helplessly at the corner.

He looked at me as if he were looking at me, and when his eyes were about to meet, he hurriedly looked away.

... oh dear, you're scared.

"...I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen,"

Tracy apologized with a weak smile after a brief wrinkle between her eyebrows.

It's hard to understand what I'm sorry for.

Is it because our head waiter is so loud? Or because he's shown a yelling appearance.

"Come to think of it, there's a custom of drinking coffee in the 42nd district, right? I was very happy."

Tracy begins to speak, changing her voice to change.

Having information about the 42 wards means that they may have been asked to investigate it as BU or personally interested... or maybe Estella lovers may have come to play.

In any case, Tracy's cheeks are red and she looks happy because she seems to be happy that the local specialties are being circulated in the territory of the lord who loves them.

...that's why I feel even more uncomfortable.

How could such a pure smile be????

"Mr. Estella, do you like coffee?"

"Yes, I've been drinking quite a bit lately. These two like coffee, especially he's pretty particular about coffee."

"Well, is that so?" I hope you will enjoy our coffee."

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"...Nay!"

"Yes, yes!"

"I asked you to taste it! Why don't you prepare coffee right away?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

"I don't need an apology! Take action!

"Yes, sir!"

Do you speak so strongly to the head waiter? And...

"...."

Why do you always look so sad after shouting?

"I'm sorry," Over and over again..."

"Oh, no... don't worry,"

The atmosphere gets awkward every time.

Then, each time Tracy starts talking cheerfully, with a smirking smile on her face, to change the atmosphere.

"By the way, Mr. Estella, have you ever had coffee in our district?"

"Ah... well," Just in case... I had it at a coffee shop in town."

"No!"

Leaning forward, Tracey looks desperately at me.

"Coffee in a coffee shop in town is not real coffee!"

Tracy also looks sad when she says something gourmet might say.

"The taste of coffee varies greatly depending on how you make it. The aroma will be completely different. That's why you have to be very careful to make delicious coffee... but in this city, 'bean consumption' is set, and beans that are not in demand, like coffee, can't be used up without being forced to consume them."

"As a result, increasing usage is more important than taste."

"... yes. It's very sad."

I didn't pretend to be angry at my informal remarks.

Being a lord of what is called a "spasmodic princess," I thought that he might be nagging at me for this kind of rudeness, but... that's not true.

Not only that, but it even feels a little avoided.

"I don't think I can put it in that way, considering the people who drink it."

Tracy expresses her feelings in her expression.

This guy himself seems to want his coffee to taste good coffee.

Well, since he is the lord of the 27 wards where coffee beans are produced, it would be better if the demand for coffee increased.

And above all, crop growers tend to put their love into it.

As Mormat boasted, "Our vegetables are the best in the world!" and so on, lovingly cultivating them, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more deeply they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become, the more they become.

--so you can expect the coffee Nene is making now.

Perhaps coffee in the coffee shop was either roasted or ground right or wild. consume beans anyway That was the primary goal.

That kind of thing can't be delicious.

Tracy, however, seems to want her coffee to taste good, and she won't make it funny.

I'm glad he's a decent thinker.

"Coffee is particular about its taste and uses the best amount and the best amount in the best way -- and it's basic to push excess coffee beans as beans..."

Hey!

Don't let this lord get away with the idea that it's basic to force him to do not let him get away with it.

It didn't seem like a proper idea at all.

Coffee is an unfamiliar drink, and demand itself is low. So coffee shops selling coffee didn't have many customers.

There are no customers, so you can't force coffee beans on them.

Therefore, we have no choice but to use coffee beans violently.

The result seems to be a negative spiral of bad coffee, and customers are leaving.........

That's stupid.

Customers who leave without a good taste will never come back.

No one wants to eat anything bad. People avoid food that doesn't suit their taste, the more people say they don't like it. Drinks are the same.

And trust, based on experience, plays a major role in choosing food.

If your first impression is "bad!" you won't get it again.

Even if delicious coffee exists elsewhere.

"Oh, thank you for waiting... Here's your coffee."

Nene comes with a cup on the cart.

Tracy's expression was momentarily strong, but this time she seemed to have swallowed her angry voice.

Perhaps he tried to point out the staff's attitude toward customers in a strict manner, saying, "What does it mean to be 'naru' in coffee?"I didn't scream, but I guess I'm still feeling Tracy's keen gaze. Nene seems to be very nervous.

Coffee is distributed in front of us, clashing cups and saucers. Calm down a little more.

Now, look at the coffee that was handed out.

It smells good and the color is beautiful. It looks promising this time.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, have a drink."

They offer us pre‐dinner coffee by saying, 'The price of coffee is fixed after a meal.'

I somehow feel an unnatural distortion in his personality.

Make eye contact with Estella and take a cup at the same time.

I and Estella will eat Natalia first, since they won't touch it until we've had it.

Even though she's started drinking coffee, Estella only knows Jeanette's coffee.

You may be at a loss for words if you let them drink alone and ask for their impressions. That's why I want to taste it at the same time.

I'm afraid I'll talk to you next time because I've made a mistake at a coffee shop. Worst of all, you have to be careful not to spit out even if it tastes bad.

Coffee in my mouth gave me a very strong sour taste.

Estella's shoulder leaps next to her. Oh, come to think of it, he may never have had a very sour cup of coffee.

The bewildered look at me with a complete understanding of my eyes wide open. I guess he's trying not to show his face, but when he glances sideways, he seems suspicious.

"I have a strong habit, but it tastes good." It's a sharp and impressive taste."

Jeanette's coffee is rather rich and addictive, but it has a refreshing aftertaste that won't disturb your meal.

On the other hand, this coffee has a very strong impact, as it tastes like coffee for enjoying coffee. It has a taste that one would like to know.

So coffee novice Estella may not appreciate it. That's what I thought, and I sent out a ship to help you know.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, I'm honored if it suits your taste."

Tracy began to feel strangely intimidated.

It's a terrifying reaction that's clearly different from feeling embarrassed about Estella... it's kind of frightening to think that men don't like it. Well, the landlords are probably girls in the box, so maybe they're not used to men.

"It certainly tastes very different from the coffee I used to drink."

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

Tracy's expression on her face becomes more cheerful, as if she interpreted Estella's words to mean "unlike others, delicious."

Estella's real intention would be, "This is not the coffee I know... It's hard to drink."

But...

Tracy's expression changes a lot. It's almost too much of a change.

The melting expression on Estella, the expression of fear on me, the expression of anger on Nene more than necessary... the expression of heartache on her back.

I can't get along with it.

Tracy doesn't get along well with me.

"Well, I'm sorry," Would you like one?"

Natalia is holding up her hand in a good manner. That said, it's not like a schoolboy with his arms stretched out, but rather a small hand raised gently close to his face.

He's looking at Estella with a modest raise of his hand.

The edge of the cup was a little damp, as if I had put my mouth on the coffee.

They ask Estella for permission to speak because the responsibility for Natalia's remarks goes to Estella.

As Estella looks at Tracy, Tracy nods deeply.

After gaining permission to speak in this roundabout way, Natalia turns to Nene.

"Can I have some milk and, if possible, some sugar?"

"Milk and sugar...?"

"Yes, in the Forty-second Ward, you have milk and sugar in your coffee. I should like to do so myself, if possible."

Oh, I see. I can't help me.

Apart from Natalia, Estella, who doesn't like bitter things, always drinks coffee with plenty of milk.

I didn't care because I always drink black.

Did she ask for milk and sugar for Estella, saying she wanted it so that she wouldn't be ashamed? You're very attentive, chief waiter.

"Do you put milk and sugar in your coffee in the Forty-second Ward?"

"What..."

After hearing Natalia's words, Tracy asks Estella.

This area is complicated, but it is said that quite a few aristocrats do not speak to other servants. The only people who have the right to speak to themselves are those who are on equal footing.

Tracy may be the same.

So, the Estella I was asked about was...

"Well, well, well," Black may be the best way to enjoy the original flavor of coffee, but... oh, yeah! Children! We've done that to help a wide range of people, from adults to children, enjoy the deliciousness of coffee!"

"That's a wonderful idea, Estella,"

He covered up his true feelings of "I can't drink coffee because it's bitter" and glossed over his good work.

I'm not a good diplomat, I'm not sure... my heart must be screaming by now. I think I can hear you. The exterior wall is thin.

"Nene! Get some milk and sugar ready at once. I want to try it, too."

"Yes, yes, but the sugar -- it's so expensive that we don't have much stock in our house."

"Nay!"

"Yes, yes!"

Then Tracy's expression changes again.

This sudden change must have given rise to the name of 'Hime of Spasmodic.'

"What is it that you are reluctant to invest in me to entertain your guests? Are you going to bring shame on me.

"But I'm sorry..."

"I'm tired of hearing that line! I'll go to the kitchen right away and bring some milk and sugar!"

"But I'm preparing lunch now, and I'm not going to take out sugar..."

"If it's not enough, buy it! Don't wait for the customer! Run, Nene!"

"Yes, yes! I'll buy it right away.

Half-cry, half-cry, Nene runs out of the room.

They really seem to be going to buy it.The sugar circulating around the 42 wards is called "poor sugar" by some nobles. So perhaps it was the so-called aristocratic sugar that Nene went to buy now. It's pretty expensive and rare, but... I wonder if I'll ever get it.

"……………………hahhhhhhhhhhh."

Tracy sighed painfully as the door closed and the footsteps faded away.

It was a painful sigh, as if the air had spines and had been exhaled scratching my throat.

"Do you like one?"

Estella asks Tracey, tracing a cup of bitter, undrinkable coffee with her finger.

Don't look at each other at first, but gently look at Tracy after she's convinced she's turned.

This move has the effect of silently telling the other person that we know everything.

When the other person peeks into his or her eyes, he or she feels more intimidated than when the other person's eyes collide. The brain interprets it on its own, "The opponent is not afraid because he is sure of victory."

"We are the only ones here now. Isn't that the best way to tell a secret?"

"Oh... no, but that's not it."

"I want to be closer to you today. Tracy "Mr."'

"...Mr. Estella..."

give a light, unpretentious smile It soothes the other person's guard.

Estella is really good at this kind of thing.

Psychological warfare, in which you are not good at chasing down and pushing down the opponent, is the only psychological warfare in which you can pull out the worries and weaknesses that the opponent is hiding and reach out to you.

In short, he is a psychological warfare specialist who voluntarily goes to pick up Baba.

"……………."

With a heavy sigh, Tracy nodded.

Spread out your hands to cover your face, and then sneeze at your bangs with both hands.

Even if you decide to talk, you'll be nervous before you speak.

especially when it gives a glimpse of a secret that no one could reveal.

Apparently, there is a secret in The Spasmodic Princess that no one can tell.

We watched Tracy get ready in silence.

"It was supposed to be a more enjoyable lunch..."

"It's a reversal of ideas, Mr. Tracy. I'm going to spit out my weight here to make lunch enjoyable."

"Mr. Estella......hew, that's a wonderful idea."

Estella stopped using honorific language, perhaps trying to ease Tracy's tension by appealing for intimacy. It was a very courageous action, and if you were not good at it, you would not be able to complain if you were kicked out of the way.Fortunately, Tracy seemed pleased with her casual tone, rather than unpleasant.

"I know that I am called the 'spasmodic princess.' And it's a fact."

"But... you really don't want to get angry at Nene like that, do you?"

Estella asks Tracey point-blank.

Tracy has a lot of emotional ups and downs.

Sometimes I get the illusion that more than one personality is inherent in this guy.

If he's not a double-faced man, there's one reason for that'

"Did you get into a habit while you were so angry?"

Tracy's shoulders tremble at my words.

He bowed, let out a trembling breath, quietly and weakly affirming "...yes."

An escalating bad habit is to lose sight of the time to stop and run wild in an unexpected direction, leaving even the original purpose behind.

For example --"

It's similar to the feeling that when a person you don't like makes a point of righteousness, you'll be clamoring to find out what's wrong with them.

However, having lost sight of the time to stop, it only creates tragedy.

People are creatures that don't realize their value until they lose their precious things.

"...can I tell you this... ...overlaying shame... ...that it might be disrespectful before that."

"I don't mind. I'd rather hear it."

"Well, I'll do my best to talk to you said.

Looking shy, Tracy looks at Estella.

Are you so happy to please Estella?

Just saying, "I'd be happy if you could talk to me" doesn't mean, "I love listening to people!" Because you mean, "Please talk to me."

Well, if you're going to talk, why don't you listen?

"Nene is like a sister who grew up with her from an early age, but she has always been somewhat unreliable, pessimistic, and unsure of herself... Oh, I forgot to tell you that I am now nineteen and sixteen." That's why I've grown up like a sister since I was young."

He's talking really hard.

Is this also to please Estella?

Don't be popular, Estella. ...to a woman.

"I am the only daughter and have been educated to become a lord since I was a child. My father's policy was that he wanted a direct descendant to succeed him... I was obliged to be a lord by birth. But... I wasn't physically strong in the first place, so I was worried about it... under a heavy load..."

Tracy's fair complexion seems to be for that reason.

I'm sure they haven't been able to play outside very much since ancient times.

"You were with him at that time, weren't you?"

"Yes, that'said he.

When Estella speaks in non-honorific language, Tracy breaks the line and smiles clearly.

His dented smile was lighter and more winsome than before.

"I don't think the chief waiter can be anything but Nene. But Nene, though healthy, was weak-minded, crybaby, poor-mouth, shy to strangers... ...when the lord was weak, even the head waiter was not like that."

In between those stories, Natalia gently whispered to me.

"It is customary for the head waiter to act as an agent, move people, and sometimes tighten their grip when they are worried about the lord's health or when they have little influence."

They quickly give us information that would be common sense among lords.

In short, it seems to mean to assign a head waiter to an unreliable lord and have him look at it instead.

But

The twenty-seventh leg was not the type for Tracy or Nene to come forward. That's the case.

"And when I was about to cry or say something to Nene to be strong, I was afraid of my heart and I was careful."

It escalated too much, and he even started to abuse me for unreasonable things.

And that reaction of Nene... that one over there, and she seems to have developed a habit of being yelled at.

In short, the situation is that he is 'looking at his face so as not to get in trouble.'

It's often the illusion of "care," but the reality is the opposite. It's just that you're not acting of your own volition.

He keeps looking at his face, asking, "Is this all right?" and "Is this no good?", and always puts up a "preventive measure against getting in trouble."

In doing so, you will no longer be responsible for what you say and do.

Nothing makes others uncomfortable, disadvantageous, or inviting misery more than irresponsible behavior.

And Tracy must have been yelling at such irresponsible behavior.

People have come to call Tracy 'the Spasmodic Princess."

That's right.

The reason for yelling is a bad habit that can't be stopped by him. Unless it's a legitimate reprimand, it's going to look like a tantrum.

"I'm aware of it, too. My reprimand was unreasonable... but I couldn't stop it... ...but I couldn't help shouting."Then, he dents deeply later.

Self-loathing sometimes kills the mind. ...that's dangerous, both of them.

"So... so I...."

He thrusts his hand at the table and Tracy leans forward.

He approached Estella and appealed desperately.

"I wanted to be like Estella!"

"Bo... just like me?"

After staring at her for a few seconds, Tracy realized her outfit and began to sit back on the sofa and play with her hair shyly, saying, "Oh!? ... I'm sorry."

Then, while fiddling with your hair, adjust your breathing and slowly open your mouth.

"I was actually watching the eating contest held in the 41st leg."

"What!"

What an unexpected remark!

Estella also seemed surprised, opening her mouth and stiffening.

When we had a fight with the neighboring 41 wards to build a street gate in the 42 wards, we had a big eatery contest involving up to 40 wards.

The two‐day grand event ended with a victory in the 42nd leg as many spectators watched. I had a hard time before I closed it.

Tracy was there, too.

"I am acquainted with Mr. Ricardo. Oh, of course, there was nothing ridiculous about it, and as a young lord who had been in the position of lord a little while before me, I heard a lot of things and asked for advice."

If a young man becomes a lord, he will be licked without exceptionally.

In order not to do so, they often run wild like young people, taking bold policies or pursuing results only for their own warriors.

Tracy, a young lord, seemed to have sought help as a close associate of his immediate senior, Ricardo.

"I was able to watch the final game of the eating contest with that messenger."

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"Mr. Obajillo," I thought you were a very frightening person."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, sir.

Oh, oh... I see. So when I talked to him, he was scared... Why, I was sweating strangely.

I never imagined that there was a lord of the twenty-seven wards in the crowd... ...the lords, the nobles, and I was trying not to sell fights badly to those in power... ...I wish you'd tell me first.

"I still remember it clearly. that oppressive atmosphere that filled the hall and he who was in the audience was planted equally... fear."

Yeah... Well, that's what I asked you to do... ...and I reconfirmed that it was a great success.

"...I was prepared to die there at that time."

What an over‐the‐top fellow! Don't laugh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Was it that scary?

"That's when the angel came down,"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

an angel who descended on a somber venue His name is????

"It's you, Estella!"

It seems to be called Estella.

Well... That's what I've worked out for...

My aim to get rid of the villain and blow up my favorability was a great success.

Maybe it's something I should be happy about. I don't feel like I'm in a state of indecision.

"Mr. Estella flew down to that murderous site and, with his beautiful voice, washed away all the negative emotions of fear, anger, anxiety and sadness that had filled the space."

"Oh, no... I think that's too much."

"He smiled kindly at those who were cornered by the edge of hell in a dignified manner."

"... uh, Mr. Tracey... that's it."

"I was struck by the beautiful smile of that time... ever since, I've been thinking about Estella-sama no matter what I do... Sleep or wake up, Estella-sama no matter what I cry or laugh at!"

"Okay! That's enough! That's enough!"

Estella stands up and waves her arms hard to calm Tracy's passionate talk.

But even such a figure seemed to Tracy to be dancing... with a very enraptured stare at Estella.

"I was captivated at first sight, and after a long time I couldn't get a job after the tournament, after thinking about it for a few weeks, I headed for Ricardo. You want me to tell you about the beautiful lord!"

That information blatantly distorts Estella's expression.

He looked very disgusted and asked the question, "I don't want to hear it, but I don't want to hear it."

"And... what did Ricardo say?"

"Yes, Mr. Ricardo said this. "He's the lord of the smile,"

"Hoot!"

The Estella's mouth spouted out of an indescribable juice.

That's a tough guy.

Estella juice seems to be plaguing Estella in the body, filling her trachea with gurgles.

Natalia is rubbing Estella's back and her face is half-laughing. All my heart and soul, it'

Well, a few weeks after the big eatery was decided upon, perhaps, right after the big discussion of co-development and so on, the prejudice against Estella in Ricardo disappeared.

It's a very high evaluation whether it's a reaction so far or a result of highly evaluating Estella's words and actions at the tournament. "Lord of Smiles"...Whoop!

"Don't laugh, Jillo! Natalia!"

"Come on, don't yell at me, "Lord of Smiles"... Phew!"

"Yes, "Lord of Smiles." Please try to smile... phew!"

"Oh! Remember, you two!"

The Lord of Smiles is crying.

What Ricardo told me was the most disgusting thing. What kind of face did you say, 'He's... the lord of smiles?' ......Poop!

"Yasilo..."

Her face turns red, but her eyes become muddy like a fish about half a year after her death, and Estella spouts words out of her mouth with her soul.

"I've been watching Yaplock and Becko worshiping Jiro for the best entertainment......I'll reflect on it." It's hard, this...

Estella apologizes, almost crying. 　

Oh, did you look at me like that? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A half‐laughing head waiter is taking care of the half‐crying lord. What's this picture?

"My longing was only growing every day for me... to be kind like Estella... to be a lord who always smiles and cares for others."

"Well, I'm not such a great lord."

"I don't want to be angry with Nene anymore... ...because I'm an important childhood friend."The end of the word shakes with anxiety, and the breath that is rubbing indicates the urgency of the word.

"Please, Estella! Will you help me get rid of my irritation!? With the help of the Lords of Smiles!"

Get off the sofa, kneel down on the floor, and pose as if praying to God.

Estella, who was suddenly worshiped, looked embarrassed... ...she said these words.

"To the best of my ability, then..."

Well, I guess so.

If you ask me this way, it's impossible for me to say no, isn't it?

"But as the lord of smiles, I'll flatly reject you! As the lord of the same newcomer, young woman, I'll help you!"

"Thank you, "Lord of Smiles!"

"So don't do that!"

It seems that Estella, in a flurry and bustling manner, has again taken on the burden of helping others.

But... he was the lord of the twenty-seven wards, and -- a part of the BU.

If I do well, I may be able to break down BU...

"Estella".

So I can't afford to miss this 'chance.'

"I'll help him overcome his 'evil habit.' So????????"

And I need a reasonable amount of money to help others.

"Tracy, you're on our side,"

Send in the BU information, sometimes reach out to us, and then -- raise your hand to us in the event of a majority vote.

"If my bad habits are cured and I can help Estella... I'll consider it."

As might be expected, you can't immediately say, "OK." That's all right now.

I'll convince you by the results.

"And Estella,"

This 'help' is something you've started to say, so of course you're in charge of it. So...

"If it's all right, give me a reward."

"...Why don't you act only with pure goodwill once in a while?"

That's like telling freshwater fish to "live in the sea."

"Oh, my God!" for I believe you'll give me a free gift."

"It's up to you to believe,"

"... well,"

I puffed up my cheek and hit a cute cat punch on my second arm.

It's a little resistance. It's also called taking it out.

Well, if it's that bad, I'm willing to accept it.