The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

"It wasn't very good..."

I was so into it that I thought it would be a landslide victory for the white team...

"...he earned points while Jiro was talking."

"And the kids... they did their best... but it was a pretty disappointing result."

Our obstruction succeeded.

But before that, the blue and yellow teams had put reasonable balls in their baskets.

And the kids on the White team were doing their best, but... they didn't have any results.

As a result, the Red team won 42 games. Forty pieces on the White team are next. the thirty‐nine in the blue team the thirty‐seven of the yellow team

The difference between the top and bottom was five, which was a very delicate result.

Moreover, at the planning stage of this competition, the atmosphere was like, "Isn't it going to be about 200 in 20 minutes?" and since Estella said that, it was supposed to be one point per ball.

This hard work is 40 points. ......it's plain.

The battle between red and white vs. blue and yellow was so exciting...what a sober result.

In the end, the score difference in the first leg race sounded so subdued that the White team could not turn the tables.

the current lowest rank

"But the gap has narrowed a lot, hasn't it?"

Jeanette smiles at the scoreboard.

Currently, the Blue team has 770 points, the Yellow team has 718 points, the White team has 550 points and the Red team has 616.

The difference from the blue team, which had 254 points at first, is now 220 points behind.

...yes. It's not sure.

"It may be difficult to turn the tables in the afternoon unless we get more energy."

"Oh, there's one more morning session left.

As Jeanette said, there is one more morning game left.

There are some left, but... that's not a game to compete for points.

"What's the last game of the morning, Jeanette?"

"It's a bread-eating race that you're looking forward to."

That's right. It's a bread‐eating race.

The bread-eating race is... a race to enjoy milk swaying!

It doesn't matter what the ranking is!

Shake it as long as you can, big as you can, vertically, sometimes diagonally!

Rather, you don't have to finish!

But if you declare it, Jeanette and the other girls will strengthen their breast guards . . . . . .

"The bread-eating race is like a show of bread. I'd rather have more fun than competition."

"Yes,"

Shortly after I say it, Jeanette giggles out.

"I'm sure you'll forget to run because it's so delicious."

say something like that happily

Jeanette, who knows the taste of new bread, must be feeling a little better.

This guy loves surprises that he knows about the material.

He's really showing his innocent, excited face.

"But I'm sorry."

Jeanette says with a relaxed face that she can't hold back her rising smile.

"I can't tell you the wonderful scent that's fresh from the oven."

Everyone was impressed by the smell of bread.

I guess you want to say that you want to enjoy the flavor, not to mention the taste and texture.

However, I can't bake it on the field.

"The baker's guild will start practicing the bread we're going to introduce today as early as tomorrow."

Our recipe was successfully accepted and we decided to make a new bread. 　

Bertina's hard work also led to the decision to distinguish between aristocratic and general use.

The baker's guilds will start practicing all at once and will be on sale as soon as the church approves.

"If you go to the bakery, you can smell it as much as you like. And it won't be too late."

"Well... whoops." What if it becomes a tourist attraction?"

A tour to smell freshly baked bread? Who's going? A trip without such a show.

"How about meeting someone on a date? You can feel happy while waiting."

"As soon as we meet, we go straight to dinner."

If you've been given the scent of bread all the time you've been waiting, you'll be hungry.

Jeanette herself has a twitching nose, talking merrily about whether she wants to re-smell the scent.

Then he looks away from me and looks into the empty air and shakes his shoulders.

What are you imagining? I can tell you that you seem to be having a great time.

"'Already. Have you eaten with your fingers?' 'No, I'm sorry. It smelled so good.' ...smoldering."

Apparently, they're meeting up on a date in their brains.

They are playing with puppets without any dolls. It's like a dreamy Jeanette.

What are you doing?

"Yasilo, are you hungry?"

"Huh? Well, not a little. But after the next competition, it's a lunch box. I can wait till then."

I answered the sudden question from Jeanette without any problems.

"... to?"

"Huh...?"

Jeanette is staring at me with her eyes full.

Staring at me like a still picture, my face gradually turns red.

"Huh!? Oh, no, that! I didn't tell Mr. Jiro that... ...that's right! Please look forward to the lunch box!"

He left me at full speed like Jeanette.

...he's not supposed to be true! Didn't you ask me a question in my brain?

I met him in front of a bakery, and he couldn't stand the good scent, so I ate it was set up in Jeanette's brain.

"Can you eat bread and eat after this?"

What does that mean?

Was I Jeanette's brain date?Hahaha, you're a real ginet.........please, can you stop imitating me to throw such a fastball into my pit?

If you talk to me in your brain in front of you... if you go too far, you'll be a deadly weapon. Oh, my gosh.

"My knight!"

As I watched the waiter cleaning up the jars to calm my scattered thoughts, Libeka popped out in front of me.

Ears, peep! Nose, puff! No milk, puff!

He seems to have come to brag about something.

"Were you looking at it? The Eagle has four balls in it!"

Hmm... it's nothing special.

"It's one-tenth,"

"A good enough?"

"One out of ten balls is a ball with Libeka in it,"

"Well, one out of ten means twenty in all -- half the eagles put in!? Eagles, that's amazing!"

"No!"

How bad are you at math!?

Is this the top koji factory?

"If my eternal rival Magda had joined me, I should have earned a little more points."

"Well, Magda would have earned ten times as many points as he does now."

Instead, the Blue team would have earned twenty times as much as it does now.

Magda was an indispensable defender.

"At any rate, the eagle did its best.

"Oh, you've put the kids together very well.

For some reason, the pretty party is united around Libekas.

Doesn't the unit in the team feel a little special after all?

The younger sisters of the Red team were envious, weren't they?

"Well, my knight," stroke the eagle!"

"...what?"

"If I do my best, I'll get a stroke, right? I love it. I'll stroke it quickly."

Where's the rule?

If you stroke all the hard‐working guys around, you'll get tendon sheath inflammation.

"Now, stroke it!"

"Have Filman stroke you, my fiancee,"

`Why, why, why, why, I've just started dating him and he can't do it!'

Don't let another man do the shameful thing.

It's not shameful.wa

"My knight is a special case! That's why! He said that my eternal rival Magda has been patted well! It's sloppy!"

Another Magda transmission......how much do you envy Magda, all of them......some Magda. What are you talking about, my dear?

"Ribeka, don't!"

Sophie comes running to stop Libeka, who is rushing toward me.

Embrace Libeka's body and turn back on her as if she were concealing it.

"If you say such a thing, I don't know where you can stroke it!"

"Well, you know what I said. I'm afraid I'

`Well, if you stroke it, it's your butt,' What?"

"Don't come out at the right time.

"Mr. Jiro... you are..."

"Why don't you all just detect anything but me!? If you're ill, have you examined!? Unfortunately, there's only a pervert in the Forty-second Ward!"

"With me, with us..."

"Don't let me in!"

"Mr. Jiro..."

"Sophie, isn't it a habit for you to put some blame on me?"

This combination is not good!

Everything is creating bad synergies!

Go home now! Especially there perverted white-clad Bulma!

"..."The perverted white-clad Bulma" is a great word for middle and high school boys to accelerate their excitement, isn'

"Mr. Jiro..."

"Yes, d*mn it! Sometimes it's hard to argue with because it's on target!"

`I don't think it's my fault or my fault,'

I can't do this combination!

It's like watermelon and tempura.

Eating with you will injure your stomach. It's a bad [bad] match.

"Ribeka, I'll stroke you, so please take my sister back to the cheering table."

"But you can't have your buttocks! No matter how much you are my knight, you can't let him stroke you!"

"Who said that he would stroke his bottom?"

"Mr. Jiro..."

"Did you forget anything else, Sophie?"

Are you on the verge of breaking down?

with the same repetition of words

......d*mn, Radio doesn't repeat the same word! He used it wrongly!

"Come on, get your head out,"

"My ears, no... I mean?"

"If you touch my ear... it's dead."

"Wow, it's a very dangerous word to think I've spoken another language for the first time in a long time."

`I don't care where you stroke your ears except your ears!'

"Are you still there? Hurry up and go back to the cheering seat or the rescue tent, and don't stick your thumb up like 'I told you!'"

"Mr. Jiro..."

"You're back, Sophie!"

Let's just stroke Libeka's head and break her up.

In front of me, who decided to do so, a complicated couple appears again.

"Here's my promise, Mr. Cometzki.""We did a great job and contributed greatly!"

Ines & Deborah... When did you guys fall in love with me?

That's strange... I think I was looking at you like you were just a few hours ago... I can't compare which one was better.

"As promised--"

`--let me stroke you,'

The head waiter's with his hands open in front of his chest and his fingers snapped.

I'm scared of my face

"Why, myself... do they want to caress their own jokes?"

"No!"

`That D-cup said, 'I'll have it!'

"Why do you say 'itadakimasu = oketsu'?"

"What do you love about your butt, and what do you eat about your butt?"

`It's not 'Ya?' she said, `there's probably no one in the world who can relate to the throw!'

I don't know what to do with your buttocks!

"Well, the head waiter of another ward," Who do you want to stroke, your head or your ass?"

"'………………………………, head'"

You thought about it!?

The chief waiter of the other ward has had an unexpectedly long silence!?

Did you think "if you're in a hurry" for a second? Because you're in a different position!?

And it's a healthy male position like me that bothers me!

"Let me stroke you,"

"I've promised you," Let him stroke his head or butt!"

"I didn't say my butt!"

I'd be suspicious to hear that he promised to stroke his head!

"You guys. You can't stroke a man like that until you get back into your position."

"Why did you muddy it? It's your head! It's a part without any obscene elements!"

"My knight! I'll stroke the Eagle!"

"Didn't you want to be caressed?"

"After all, I don't think it's good for a pre-marriage girl to be exposed to another man!"

"Is it all right for you to touch me first.

"Mr. Jiro, I just got a fresh sea urchin from Mr. Marsha, so I'll stroke you, will you?"

"Because I'm covered with injuries!? Because I stroke with sea urchins or because I'm tortured!? I'm scared of a very nice smile, Sophie!"

I tried to resist, but I was dragged into a white team position by the chief waiter's & Libeka. Can't you help a feeble man?

God has nothing to do you think there's nothing wrong with that?

"Well,"

"Well,"

With arms rolled up, Ines and Deborah put their hands on my head at the same time.

My thin fingers slip through my hair and I get chills down my spine.

"This... this... this!"

Ines opens his eyes with a "whack!" and quickens his hand stroking my hair.

"My hair looked completely untreated, but when I touched it, it was very moist and smooth, and each hair was firm but fluffy! It was cohesive but not sticky, and the fingers were smooth, and I had never felt that my fingertips were my fingers!"

Are you Loretta?

What kind of gourmet manga is it?

I won't mention the feeling of touching hair in gourmet cartoons until now!

"It's as if it's unfastening between my fingers... like a breeze swaying the flowers of the plateau."

Deborah is Deborah, and she's brought up some sort of sommelier-like metaphor!

exaggerated

I'm taking care of my hair just in case.

"Oh! This certainly feels good! My knight's head is fluffy!"

"This warmth... is similar to the tail of a horse pulling a cart in a peddler's guild."

You're not comparing a man's head to a horse's butt.

Why are you even stroking me?

"I... I'm so hairy! I'm so!"

"Oh, come on. You're really in the shit."

For some reason, the perverted white-clad burma mixed into the white team is removed with the foot.

I'm saying, "Oh, no kicks, no blinds!?" But this is enough to deal with you.

"Well, that's enough,"

"No, just a little more,"

"One more time,"

As they drove away the rabbit sisters who were clinging to their heads, the head-servers came round again.

The fluffy thighs are no longer as if they were stroking, but more as if their hair had been ruffled up.

"Oh, come on! May I, too?"

There's a very familiar voice coming from behind the head waiter's.

...what are you talking about, Jeanette?

"Go ahead,"

Why are you giving me permission!?

Oh, yours? Is it yours, my head?

"Then Magda will take advantage of it."

"I'm riding on this wave!"

Magda and Loretta appear from behind Jeanette and surround me with an obvious face.

"Ah... it'said he.

"...slowly,"

"Are you taking care of something? I want you to tell me the secret of this glossy hair.

It's from around Libeka, but somehow I'm being crouched down to make it easier to stroke.

All of us, surrounding me, caresses the head of our favorite people.

... d*mn, but why is Loretta in front of you? Jeanette, come forward! Then at least you'll get a blast of milk at the eye level! It's going to pop!

"It's a C-cup, but it doesn't shake so much... isn't it too tight?"

"Whoa!? Where are you looking, brother?""You put it before me, didn't you?" It's like 'You can watch as much as you like now.'"

"That's not it!? Magdachy, just move over there!"

Then, there was no one in front of me, forming a dull triangle, and I was forced to stroke my head. What's this? Torture?

"Well, so do we,"

"One more stroke,"

"And stroke the eagle again!"

"Then, with Libeka's attendance,"

Following the chief waiter's, the rabbit sisters reach out to my head again.

Then, he surrounded me and stroked my hair.

Am I a guinea pig in the animal section?

It's too easy to touch, boys!

I mean, it's getting a little stronger because of the crowd!

Don't compete with each other on the number of strokes!

You don't have to worry about good positioning!

I'm not trying to break out a territorial dispute over your scalp!

Oh, come on!

"Don't stroke me roughly! What if I go bald?"

You're a friend with long hair!?

Take care of your hair roots!

I brush away the girls and children who swarmed around me for fun.

Demily stood there.

"Yasilo, welcome! I welcome you☆"

"I don't want to visit your world! I have roots!"

"If you come over here, I'll introduce you some good medicine☆"

"Your recommendation doesn't have any effect at the moment.

You must grow one of your hair before you tell me.

What are you looking happy about coming to the rooting table?

Get back to the VIP seat as soon as possible. What will you do if you think you're a companion?

"Oh, my God."

While worrying about damage to the roots of your hair, stretch your hips to scatter the lactic acid that has accumulated while squatting.

A very carefree voice flew from over there.

"Oh! Let me stroke you too~"

From a little distance, Marsha waves her arms wide and makes a fierce appeal.

But Marsha is in the middle of a talai, so she can't come near.

Okay, let's go through!

"Magda-chan!"

"...I'll bring you some."

"Magdachy, you can feel your kindness, but you're terrible at handling things!? Bringing me is the answer!"

Magda brings Marsha right in front of me with unnecessary kindness.

Marsha uses her tail fin dexterously to raise her body.

"Well, Mr. Jiro. Let's do a good job~"

They demand that I crouch down a little, and Marsha stretches out her hands right in front of me.

The palms with little webbeds rub my hair.

"Yes, all-back☆"

My hair, touched with watery hands, seemed to have been set as if it had been waxed. The people around me are looking curiously into my face.

"...magda-like, it's better to have three bunches of bangs down."

"No, no. I think I look younger with bangs on my left side.

"From the standpoint of the head waiter of the traditional 29-ku feudal lord family, I think it would be better if there was a little more fun on the side to suit his appearance."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Ines," Make the tips of your hair a little more casual... I'd like to ask you to add more water, Mr. Guildmaster of the Sea Fishing Guild."

Don't play with people's hair, Magda, Loretta, Ines, Deborah!

"If you change your hairstyle, the mood will change."

"That's my sister," My knight is more handsome in this sharp hairstyle."

"Whether it's cool or not... well, let's put it on hold."

I can do whatever I want to be told.

This kind of position should be played by the womaloes...

"Yes, yes. That's enough. Break up!"

I'll charge you any more, dear.

Scratch up and comb the whole hair with both hands to reset the hair you've been playing with.

It's pretty wet, isn't it?You're putting too much water on…

"Oh, Mr. Jiro. Here's a towel."

Gently, Jeanette offers me a sports towel.

Oh, I've been longing for something like this.

When I wash my face after club activities, a girl who is younger than me says, "Senpai, here's a towel."

The only regret is that this is not a drinking place.

"I'm sorry,"

"No,"

borrow a towel to wipe one's hair

I smelled the usual detergent, perhaps not yet.

"I don't think you're sweating a lot."

"Oh, that's a beautiful towel! I can't lend you a towel that I used..."

Oh, you don't have to worry about it.

I'd rather smell a little sweaty...

"Now, Mr. Jiro. You're being too violent."

I was scrubbing my hair with a borrowed towel when my towel was gently picked up.

He was patted gently, and finally, his bangs were fixed little by little by little.

Do you treat me like a child again?

You're going to do it to Magda, aren't you? I've been hit once before. after a round trip between the church and the Yodamari-tei in heavy rain Ah... I was naked at that time.

As I was thinking about it, Jeanette stared me in the face and quickly adjusted my hair.

The bangs are somewhat lifted, and the longer ones are divided into left and right so that the tips of the hair can be played lightly."...huh!? I'm sorry." I don't know what?

Say a word of apology and quickly get your hair back.

Did you want to play with your hair too?

Did you say that? You should make your bangs a little shorter so that you can see your face better?

I'm afraid I'm going to wear this hairstyle so that I can't remember my face because of my work. Don't leave an impression on me, and make it easier to pretend to be someone else in a little disguise.

Ah, now... the back of my neck is itching!

"I'll help you get ready for the next game."

Deciding that my position is dangerous, I hastily move to the truck.

...if we were in the opposite position, we would definitely be surrounded by breast patrols. ... d*mn it, it's unfair.

I feel like I have no place to do it... Yeah, it's not good to save up.

I stopped along the way and turned to my army and said to my teammates with a big smile on my face.

"I'll give you a thorough stroke of the guy who played an active part in the next competition. Look forward to it?"

"'I'm in time!'"

Some flatly refused, and all the others faded away from my view.

Marsha's Talai continued to be held in Magda's arms.

...what? You don't want me to do it, do you?

Now, I'm sure there will be no one who will play with me for fun after this.

You can't do a bad thing if you realize that you're going to get it done.

But in my case, it's "double the price if you get hit."

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With the ball-basket cleaned up, the track was about to begin preparations for the next competition, the bread-eating race.

This game has been heavily weighted in this particular way.

Estella is standing in the middle of the truck giving instructions to the waiters.

The peddlers' guilds carry in large wooden crates, and the Turbec carpenters, led by Umaro, assemble a solid wooden frame in the middle of the course.

There are two courses in the middle of the track, with the starting positions divided from side to side. The course starts from the Red team and finishes on the Blue team, and the course starts from the Blue team and finishes on the Red team. They set goals on the left and right sides in order to show the surprise of the bread and the excitement of their own. You can see the players' expressions well wherever they are.

Anyway, we need to show off the deliciousness of the bread, so we're going to get as many players as possible to join us.

The course is a straight line of 80 meters. Kids and the elderly adjust their distance from 30 to 50 meters by shifting the starting position.

Between the two courses is a pile of crates brought in by peddlers in the guild.

The person in charge of setting bread on the crate stands in front of this crate.

Set up course B while the race is taking place on course A, and set up course A during the race on course B.

Athletes are classified according to height, and those who participate in the same race are roughly adjusted to be of similar height.

It's impossible to adjust the length of the rope to fit each player's height, as you did when you had your sisters do it on trial.

So we decided to hang the bread on a rope that was slightly different in height.

It's hard to take even if it's expensive, and it's hard to take even if it's low.

Players are asked to run for their favorite bread as soon as they start. The rule is that you can take any bread.

You have a high degree of freedom.

That's why you need to be careful in adjusting the length of the rope and selecting bread to hang.

The bread race is, so to speak, a promotion of new bread.

It's got to be a lot of excitement, everyone smiles, and it's got to be a very satisfying result.

Even the slightest stinginess must not be followed.

Very delicate leadership is required because not a single word of complaint about the length of the rope or the bread type should come out.

So I had no choice but to say -- '

I took up the position of general manager in the middle of the course to give instructions on the adjustment of the bread and rope.

In the middle of the two courses, right by the crate where the bread hangs, between.

"A special class seat where you can enjoy ""a certain event"" at the closest distance, from the right side, sometimes diagonally in front of you!"

It's a bonus!

It's definitely not abuse of power!

I had no choice but to take on an important position that was a heavy responsibility, so to speak, force majeure! ... well.

"All right, boys! Hurry up and get ready!"

``Yes!'

"The kids and the elderly... I'm going to adjust them so that they're easy to pick up when they're old (it's not fun at all!)

"'You are very considerate,'"

"I'll give you a great deal of excitement in the youth race!"

"'Yes!'"

Yeah yeah

As expected of Natalia. be well disciplined You're growing up to be a good waiter. It's very nice to be honest.

"Yasilo,"

While I was praising him in my heart, the man who made it appeared.

white beautiful legs a limp waist The good salt and plums push up the gym suit.

"Well, Natalia,"

"Don't judge people just from the neck down... well, Mr. Jiro can tell them from the chest alone. I'm sorry, but I underestimated your perversion."

What is the degree of perversion?

It's like identifying an individual by breast while anyone can do it. What?

"So, where are you going to put your thighs on? If you don't mind, please give me your cheeks."

"It's a charge, but is it okay?"

"I don't care!"

"I'm sorry. I underestimated your pervert again."

I was gnawed between my eyebrows with my thumb.

It's an unusual and reasonable reaction for Natalia. Oh, I see. Are you in the presence of the waiters?

I'm usually with Estella. I guess it's all right to play around in front of Estella.

...No, just be quiet in front of Estella, Master Servant.

"The success of the bakery competition is also a promise to the church, so I will support you."

"I don't need any support! So you have to participate in the race! You can go out about three times!"

I don't accept Natalia's milk shake!

Oh, I won't admit it!"Then I'll send someone else to join me."

"Isn't Estella all right?"

He won't shake.

Yeah. I like him.

"He's in charge, he's a good hand at it, and he's a pretty sharp-witted man."

"Well, it won't shake,"

Oh my gosh! Valletera!

Even so, I like you who participate with all your might☆

"Will Mr. Jiro not participate?"

"I'm not surprised or impressed when I eat bread." It's better not to have a person who doesn't respond very well."

If there's even one cold guy, he'll get carried away as soon as possible.

We'd better all get excited.

But you don't want me to make merry in my acting.

`I don't want to leave the special seat for a second!'

"You don't hide your true feelings?"

If you're already found out, you don't have to hide it!

Nevertheless, Natalia remains on her side. You're the best waiter, yes.

"By the way, what happened to your head?"

"My head? ... Is there something wrong?"

"My hair is jumping... Excuse me."

Perhaps you decided that it would be faster to fix it than to explain it, but after the nod, your arms stretch out and touch my hair.

pull with a pinch It's like getting rid of your sleeping habits.

"Are you doing well on Estella?"

"Nearly every day. I sleep badly, so my sleeping habit of 'Why did this happen!' is almost every day."

"You guys are good friends."

"Yes. They are tied up more deeply than their families."

Natalia had been by Estella's side since she was a child, taking care of her.

She must be my sister, mother, and most trusted friend.

"I sometimes misplace my love,"

...and he's also the nearest dangerous man.

"Yes, it's all right now."

After saying that, look at my head for about two seconds... stroke me.

"Here,"

"No, I thought it would be all right,"

What's going on?

Were you watching me being caressed down?

Oh, my God. What's funny about stroking him on the head?

"Well, I'll give you a pat on the back of your head."

"I'm guilty, but don't you mind?"

"d*mn it, it'said he.

I can't bear the responsibility.

Well, let's give up.

After that, Natalia's precise instructions and my intervention made preparations go smoothly.

"Come to think of it, a half-life mother said she wanted to talk to Mr. Jiro."

"What, Norma?"

"Who's half a life's breast!? And why does that tell you?"

Norma stood behind me and Natalia.

Or rather, it would be more appropriate to say that Natalia had waved at the right time.

By the way, am I the only one who feels softer in "half life" than in "raw"?

I feel that "half‐life breast" is "tougher" than "half‐life breast."

`But 'raw breast' is more erotic!'

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

"It's all right, Mr. Norma," It's the usual attack."

`...it's not all right at all when it's everyday.'

A dumbfounded Norma puts her hand on her waist and breathes.

Even with such a small movement, there is a slight wave of 'tayun' and it's soft and soft.

"Thank you. I got a good reward."

"I didn't give it to you!"

Holding my chest with my arms, he holds out a cloth bag for me.

I was wearing gym clothes today, so I didn't have to take them out of the valley. It's a pity.

"Only Norma could have worn her usual clothes and burma..."

"No!"

It's a pity that I can't understand.

The valley rate is almost zero today... That's the biggest drawback of the athletic meet, isn't it?

So if you open the cloth bag and look inside.

"What is this metal fitting?"

`It's an L-hook to fasten the bread!'

Norma suddenly turned on.

"What you have on hand now is just a hook, isn't it? It's dangerous for the children, isn't it?" You could get seriously injured if you put it in your mouth or in the eye."

"No, you won't swallow the metal if you hold the bottom of the bread, will you? It's not a hook."

"Sweet! Beast children sometimes exhibit more physical abilities than adults imagine!"

Well, that's true, but...

If you're such an over‐cheerful kid, you'd feel as if you'd put a metal fitting in your mouth.

"And here's this L-hook," It's called an L-shape, but its tip is a little lower, so if it sticks in your mouth, you won't get caught when you close it."

"Then the vibration would make the bread fall off..."

"Don't worry! The L-shaped root is slightly upward, so you can secure the bread here!"

The L-shaped root was pointed upward at an acute angle and gently downward halfway down. It looks like a very flat 'he'.

"In addition, the metal part of the hook is coated with a thin film. This is the gastric mucosa of a certain beast, and it has a powerful bactericidal effect. Now you don't have to worry about food poisoning!'Well, I'm worried about food poisoning, but... I'm hanging it outside in the middle of the dusty ground, so I can tighten the metal fittings only."

"And this coating prevents the metal from passing on to the bread! If the smell and taste of the metal change, wouldn't it ruin the taste of the bread? I wish you'd eat the perfect bread anyway!"

Norma... It's hot. It's hot as hell

It's coming like crazy.

"I mean, when did you make this?"

"I had an idea before I went to bed yesterday. And I've tried it, and it's all right."

"... sleep, you know,"

Couldn't you help thinking about it?

Seriously, someone take care of Norma's private life!

If you get too absorbed in your work, you're getting more and more married!

I'm a beauty instructor, so be more careful about your skin!

"All right. I'll be glad to use it."

"As expected of Jiro! Then I'll tell the waiter and change him!"

Norma snatching the cloth bag I gave her and running happily to the waiter.

I will happily talk to the waiter who is preparing about the performance of the L-shaped hook, which he is proud of.

I wonder if that's all right with her happiness.

"Women who are proud of their work and way of life and live proudly are beautiful."

Natalia says positive things, looking at Norma in the back.

Well, that's right.

Like the Medra Guild of the Hunting Guild, Mr. Versa, who continued to support the rice malt factory, and Mr. Maul, who continued to watch over the twenty-ninth district behind his back..."

"...why are all unmarried oba...all ready?"

"By chance,"

It's absolutely crazy!

... well, I'm sure Norma will get a good match someday.

I'm sure... ...that...

"Mr. Jiro, please give me a handkerchief."

"Thank you..."

For some reason I gently wiped off the beautiful drops that floated around my eyes.

Norma. Good luck.

Overcome your grief and finally the bread-eating race begins!