The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

"First of all, let's get an image of the event with these illustrations, and then gather some stories about the city."

The 42 wards I know of which major monsters are not well known.

Well, of course.

So I was going to dress up based on the nonsense that was rooted in the 42 wards, but I can't afford to go from door to door and listen to them individually.

So we decided to hold a competition.

Make a notification to the people of your territory and have them present their own or created stories in the square.

The residents of the domain, including parents and children, are gathered there as much as possible.

They're trying to disguise themselves as if they were interested in the joke.

"It would be better if there were not only stories, but illustration."

"No ordinary people can do that." I'm not that good at creating and illustrating, either."

You're a little confident that you're that far.

"It doesn't matter whether it's a creation or a tradition, so there will be a certain amount of talk. As for illustrations, I can help you if you consult me."

You can listen to the atmosphere and the nature of the ghost, and I can draw the image that I feel from there on my behalf.

"That's a pretty big act, isn't it? Is there any other side to it?"

"Look carefully at Jeanette's raw lies... that everyone in the 42nd leg will enjoy themselves."

"I heard some disturbing words, Mr. Jiro!"

"I didn't like the expression 'raw navel'."

Molly frowns, but there are many spots where raw legs, raw milk, raw valleys, etc. can be found.

Half a lifetime of milk!

"Anyway, we'll all gather stories about raw feet and raw breasts!"

"Your purpose has changed!"

Jeanette peels her eyes, but you know, she's changed!

I'd like to urge you to change for the better!

"But isn't this kind of obvious obake, as Jillo wrote? There may be a story like Molly said, 'The dead look through the window,' but there's no way you can dress up?"

You can't pretend to be invisible.

"Even if we could see it, it would be a bit of a pity to pretend to look like an individual under the guise of ""obake""." complained Estella.

"It's all right. All you have to do is embody your image."

As I speak, I will draw some illustrations of Japanese yokai.

"This is a specter called "shaking" and it is his job to be afraid of going to the bathroom at night."

"Is that so?" I've never heard of it before."

Jeanette giggles like an older sister listening to a child's fabrication.

I don't believe in it at all, but I won't deny it. That's what it looks like.

"And sometimes you feel that someone is following you from behind in the middle of the night, right? That's because of this 'Betto-san'."

"What a unique-looking fool!"

Estella relaxes her cheeks when she sees a comical-looking specter.

"Yasilo, what kind of ghost is this?"

What Molly pointed to was a specter called the "White Wave."

"It's because of him that makes the skin smell bad,"

"That's because of the ghost,"

"I'm always troubled by this ghost,"

Molly and Jeanette look at each other and chuckle at each other.

Japanese yokai are very humorous and rich in variety.

I think the old Japanese were really imaginative and creative.

They must have thus shaped vague fears and anxieties during dark nights and long winters, creating a sense of affinity with caution.

Unidentifiedness leads to fear.

That's why we've created the 'identity' in this way, isn't it? That's what I feel that way.

"Halloween is definitely going to be full of scary ghosts, not cute... if Mr. Jiro draws an illustration of ghosts like this."

Jeanette squints with great pleasure.

A soft, arched lips let out an elegant breath.

Marshmallow-like cheeks are lightly coloured and look slightly delicious.

"Do you want to make marshmallows?"

"Is it a new dish.

Jeanette's eyes sparkle in my murmur.

Jeanette is coming close to me as if to fill my field of vision. He peeks into my eyes excitedly.

"What kind of food is that?"

When asked what kind of food it is, think about how it is best to communicate.

Well, marshmallows are...

"It's like a breast candy."

"...you can't handle it at Yodamari-tei."

Jeanette's face is moving away.

The light is lost from the glittering eyes.

queer

If you're a girl, you'll definitely eat it!

It's a cute snack that comes out on social media!

"Let's talk about ghosts rather than snacks."

Jeanette sealed the subject of marshmallows.

Apparently, it seemed to be a twenty percent breast frame that was mixed into Halloween.

It's differently...

"When the Magdas come back, shall we walk down the street for some information?"

Today's Jeanette has a little time.

That's why I made such a proposal.

"But if Delia comes back, there will be gymnastics classes in the evening."

It was so.

For today's Jeanette and Molly, belly meat is more important than Halloween.

Rather, he was burning with a sense of mission to do something about his belly for Halloween.

"Then shall we get information from somewhere close to us?"

He looked at Estella.

"Is there any Seven Wonders handed down in the lord's residence?"

"No, I can't believe it's a legend about ghosts."

"Portraits with moving eyes in the middle of the night".

"What's that scary!? I've never heard of such a terrible thing!"

"A musical instrument that plays music by itself in the middle of the night."

"Don't do that! There's a room beside my bedroom where I keep my family instruments!"

"In the middle of the night, the head waiter takes off his clothes..."

"Oh, that's it said.

Fear fell from Estella's stern expression.He looks as if he was very relieved and incredibly dumbfounded.

"I'd love to look into it,"

"You don't have to," You are a well-known head waiter."

"Wasn't the head waiter... this kind of course.

``Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'

I was talking about Natalia when suddenly I heard her voice and Estella and I screamed together.

... here, here he goes again and goes...!

"Natalia, what if Estella's milk shrinks any longer?"

"I'll point at you and smile."

"I won't shrink, but I can't overlook that remark, Natalia!"

"Well, let's be kind and weep bitterly."

"That's what makes me!"

The appearance of Natalia boosted Estella's spirits.

We're really good friends, you master and servant.

"I thought you were coming home late, but you were selling oil here."

"I don't sell any oil," I'm just here to show you Lucia's letter."

"I'm quite sure I'm going to treat you to donuts,"

"Oh, I don't mean to..."

Estella glances at Jeanette, saying this.

Jeanette bows her head with a startled look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice it." I'll bring it to you now."

"Oh, no, I don't have to worry about it... I'm sorry."

You don't look sorry at all, Estella.

Gently reach out to Estella, who swells with expectation.

"It's 9Rb, sir."

"I know," I'll pay you properly."

When I did my duty, they stared at me with a look of disgust.

He was an unreasonable lord even though it was only natural that there was a charge for food in the dining room.

"Mr. Manager, I'd like one, at expense."

"Hey, Natalia!? You can't afford it!"

"Well, then, with Estella's pocket money!? I'm sorry, thank you very much."

"Don't decide for yourself!"

Estella seemed resigned and ordered a doughnut for herself and Natalia.

"Why don't you join me, Molly? I'll treat you".

"Well, it's a good opportunity..."

"Here, Molly,"

Your will.

If you blow it, it will fall. Have an iron will.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Even if it looks like this, I'm in the line of duty at the moment. . . . . I beg to refrain from it!"

"Molly... even if you don't have to cry like that."

Molly's eyes are beginning to moisten, either because she lamented her weakness, because she had to refuse the lord's invitation, or because she had to endure eating. Well, it's probably the last reason.

"And Mr. Estella," What win were you talking about now?"

"How long have you been there!"

Natalia seems to know exactly what the story is about.

He's been hiding for quite some time now, hasn't he?

"If there are some mysterious stories that have been passed down in the lord's house, I know them."

"Really, Natalia? I've never heard of it."

"It's not something that Estella can hear,"

Natalia says it's a famous story among the waiters.

Then he quietly begins to talk about the mysterious.

"Mysterious "Night and Night wears away chippai."

"It's a creation!"

Estella stands up and points to Natalia.

You don't have to point it out like "Douthat!" ... it's probably true, isn't it?

"They usually grow when they are asleep."

"Yes. So, as a result of the struggle between normal growth and monsters, we keep the flat."

"Not flat!"

"Well..."

"Shut up!"

Estella roughly blocks Natalia's lips.

Natalia, whose mouth is covered with hands, frowns with a look of "Oh my gosh."

"Why should I be looked at as if I were looking at an unreasonable child? It would be Natalia who is saying something stupid."

"Not necessarily, Estella,"

"That's it. It's obvious to everyone.

I'll tell Estella a ghost story familiar to me in Japan.

"There is a ghost story in my hometown called "Bancho Dairy House."

"Down!"

"6cm... 7cm... 8cm... 9cm... 1cm more."Yes...

"A cup! It's from 10cm!"

"You're so loud,

Molly, left behind, is staring at our conversation with a troubled look.

I wonder if she's glancing at the kitchen because she's eagerly awaiting Jeanette's return to the kitchen to get some doughnuts.

"And the dress of the Bancho dairy house..."

"I won't let you!"

"I'm not going to give up to anyone? You're like Estella".

"I didn't say it! And I'm not going to die!"

"Please come back soon, manager..."

Molly is on the edge.

Then Jeanette comes back with a tray of tea and donuts.

As soon as I put the tray on the table, he smiles at me.

"Yasilo, please confess".It seems that I could hear you.

It's just me again.

"I remembered at the Bancho Dairy House..."

"You don't have to talk about it, Natalia,"

Natalia opens her mouth as she nibbles at the doughnut.

Well, these days you usually sit next to Estella, Natalia.

I used to stand behind Estella. I wouldn't have sat down if I suggested you a chair.

"There is a strong curse placed only on women in the family of lords."

"What!? I don't know that!"

"The curse, 'Don't grow up,' that the wife of the previous generation kept on putting on her right after she was born..."

"Ah... I remember that painfully..."

Estella's expression is as convulsed as ever before.

He seems to have a lot of experience.

"And this curse is passed down to our descendants..."

"I'm not going to put such a curse on my daughter,"

``Well, why is your breast smaller than mine?'

「…………」

"Your daughter, when she was four years old --"

"... Natalia, will you send a letter to your mother asking her to see you? To inherit the tradition..."

"You can't do it, Estella!? It's Natalia's joke!"

Jeanette is desperately trying to keep her best friend from falling into darkness.

Cheer up, Jinet!

Such abominable curses should be lifted in this day and age!

Boyne will also be born in the Claremona family for such a bright future!

"Will Estella's mother's costume be lifted on Halloween?"

"I won't! It's impolite! Above all, I don't want to see it!"

I think it's the most frightening monster so far.

"Oh, a revolutionary boy in the doughnut world!"

"What? Why are you eating doughnuts to Hammaro?"

"There were no guests, and I was taking a nap while I was in my old age."

Oh, I didn't know.

This restaurant is prepared to cater to even the old man.

Isn't my relative's kid here to help me?

"Well, Hammaro,"

"Huh?"

"You're the scariest..."

"Hummallow?"

"...don't you say "Hummah?" while you're talking."

"Huh?"

"Well, I don't mind," What do you think is the scariest thing?"

"Sister!"

"No, it's not something that's close to me."

"Huh?"

"It's about whether you're afraid of anything because you're a fool or something like that."

"Sister!"

"If you treat me like a fool, I'll get a lot of trouble later."

"Huh?"

"What's that 'uh'?!? You've been trying my limit to control my desire for asylum!"

Don't lean your head slightly with a mystified look!

I'll take you away!

. . . Come to think of it, Lucia was coming at night. I have to hide it!

"Hammaro. At night, the specter and the lord of the manor come, so you have to go to bed early and keep the door shut."

`You don't care!'

"Don't worry! You'll be eaten!"

"No, I don't think Lucia would eat... no matter how much Lucia does."

That's sweet, Estella!

Lucia eats!

I'll send a yokai and a lord of the bed.'

"I'm sorry, but I finally understand how scary it is. Hammaro, keep the door shut!"

"Hummallow?"

"Well, gentlemen," I think it would be rude to call the lord of another ward Obake."

"What are you talking about, Jeanette?" Lucia and Tracy, you know? Hakehakehakehakehakehakehakehakehakehakehakehake."

"I'm sure you don't mind, Mr. Jiro,"

Gennette breathes out, "Oh, my heartily.

If they don't go beyond being scolded, they'll be more pleased to treat them like this.

Well, I don't think Genet really stops because I know that.

"Brother!"

"What, Hammaro?"

`Yo, darling.

Hammaro, you are not a specter. It's a monster."

frantically shake away the terrible images that pop into one's mind

When I talk about these things, I get together, and I firmly deny them so that they don't come, and I'll shake off the bad imagination.

While I was shaking my head desperately to erase the images in my memory, the door to the sunlit house opened.

Did you really call him in!?

I looked back at the door and saw Magda standing.

"...I'm home."

"Welcome home, Mr. Magda,"

"I'm here, Mr. Manager," Big Brother."

"Oh! Loretta that Hammaro said was the scariest."

"Oh, my God! Unexpected whistle-blowing!""Hammaro, what were you talking about?"

"Hummallow? . . . . oh! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"What did you think of for a second? Don't act beyond my sister's understanding!"

Hammaro seems to be difficult for even the eldest daughter to understand.

"...more than that, Jiro, we have a customer."

"Oh... is it the guild-master of a certain great guild?"

"...you see,"

Oh... I can't believe he really came...

"""Yaho☆Yasilo-kun, the manager~! I'm here☆"""

"Marsha is very welcome!"

Was good!

I'm so glad!

It's not atch!

"Here, Marsha," Don't flutter your tail fins. The water is going to fly, isn't it? You've wiped the floor. Don't get me dirty."

"Oh, I'm so happy to see you all☆"

It was Delia who was pushing Marsha's aquarium.

I'm watching with reluctance for the splashed water to wet the floor.

Has Delia come to mind about that? You seem to be growing up.

"Well, Mr. Jillo,"

Marsha puts her arm on the edge of the aquarium and peeks into my face.

have teasing eyes in a loose arc

"I think there's another customer~"

"No way, this time!"

It's a pattern like once you've been caught off guard, and then you've got a real hit!?

I thought, and it was Bertina who came into the shop from behind Delia.

"No loss this time!"

In spite of myself, I gave my thanks to the spirit.

There are days like this!

Have you finally noticed my daily behavior?

I'm a relatively good-natured man!

However, the atmosphere was not so comfortable.

Bertina walks forward with a slightly serious look and stands before Jeanette in silence.

Then he gently raises his arm and puts his hand to Jeanette's cheek.

"...what? Sister?"

"...I'm glad." You don't look so bad."

Jeanette breathes with a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me. Did you worry?"

Come to think of it, Jeannette had put off attending the Donut Festival for a reason.k.

It was a made-up reason to convince the kids, but Bertina must have felt uneasy about the unnaturalness.

I even went to see how Jeanette was doing.

"Well, Sister... Actually,"

Frustrated with guilt, Jeanette tells the truth.

a reason for one's nonparticipation

Then, I apologize for causing you worry.

"Now... don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry..."

"But I'm glad I had a hard time overtaking it. You always push yourself too hard."

"That's not... ...thank you, for your concern."

a mother and daughter who laugh quietly

With reflection and forgiveness, there will be no resentment left.

"But Jeanette has come to care about that, too."

"I'm curious... I've been doing it for a long time. But she's still a girl."

"You have been blessed with a good friend who will make a good difference to you." Don't forget your gratitude."

"Yes, I am blessed with a wonderful person. a lot."

And Jeanette, who slowly looks around the faces of everyone here.

The faces of those who are not here must be in the picture. I looked across the door for a moment.

"I'm getting a little interested. To Delia's gymnastics class."

"Sister?"

a startled wide‐eyed Jeanette

Delia lifts her lips tightly and reaches out to Bertina.

"Well, let's have a sister with us, too. Since it's a guy that Jiro thought of, even a sister can do it together. Jillo?"

"Well, yes, but... you can't do it in that way?"

Bertina still wears a sister suit today.

That's why I can't exercise.

"It's all right. I have clothes for the athletic meet."

It's Bulma!

"I had long sleeves and pants".

Immediately after I raised my arms, such cruel words were added.

...why?

Wouldn't it be necessary for this town to have sleeves or hem?"

"Mr. Yashiro, please make it easy."

Bertina's smiling eyes included not only the ease of exercise but also the desire to "do nothing funny."

It's a kind of 'please' that can't be defied. I think it's a threat.

"I'll do it too~""I will!"

Marsha and Hammaro raise their arms with similar faces.

Mental age classmates? Come to think of it, they have similar ideas.

"Wait a minute, Hammaro."

"Hummallow?"

"Do you know what you're going to do?"

`I don't know!'

"Then let's not do it," You'll help the shop with me."

"I'm good at that!"

Hammaro raised his arm to the spot, but Loretta persuaded him to stay in the sun.

The gym class is open for business, so it's better to do that. I don't think Hammaro needs a diet.

I don't think Marsha needs it either, but she said she participated, so I'll take her there.

Oh, yes. Before that, I'll ask him.

"Well, Marsha," Isn't there any story about ghosts that are introduced to the sea?"

"A ghost?"

Explaining her stories and Halloween, Marsha leaned forward with her eyes glistening.

"How about mermaids!"

"The mermaid is not a ghost, is it said.

"But long ago it was like a fool to man, a mermaid,"

"Well, I've heard of mermaids sinking with ships when they meet at sea."

It was Bertina who affirmed Marsha's story.

I've heard such a story a long time ago.

I think it was a long time ago that a mermaid and a human were reconciled... I wonder how long ago I heard that story.

It must have been a long time ago... Oh, Bertina's eyes are starting to set. Let's not think about it.

"""Me, I might be happy if my children dress up as mermaids ☆"""

"For me, it would be better if an adult dressed me up☆"

"Mr. Jiro... his hands..."

He seems to have shown his honest feelings in his arms.

Molly pointed out with a touch of reluctance.

Because scallops, like this, flop on the spot.

"And maybe it's a sea bastard or a sailor? They're both sea bastards that sailors are afraid of☆

When I draw an illustration of a sea monk and a sailor I know, Marsha laughs happily, "Wow, that's cute~☆."

It seems impossible to tell whether they resemble each other. Because I've never seen it.

Even in this world where beasts take it for granted, I hear that sea priests and sailors are fictional creatures.

It seems that there is a dragon.

"Oh, and a ghost ship," Captain Skeleton, or Ghost Pirate."

"That's what we're talking about,"

"Yes. I've heard a lot of stories about seeing you on the misty sea."

Mist and mirage are apt to come out at sea.

I felt it quite natural that the story of a ghost ship should be spawned in such a situation.

When they are illustrated, Bertina smiles, saying, "I think boys like these things."

"Bertina," "There's nothing in the church, and it's a story of folly."

"Well..."

Put your finger on the jaw and think for a few seconds, then flash your face as if you thought of something.

He then tells me the story with an uncontrollable smile.

"There's the scariest ghost for kids."

"What kind of ghost?"

When I ask her, Bertina glances at Jeanette and tells me with a mischievous smile.

"It's a ghost who draws a map on the futon while the kids are sleeping."

"Map... with water?"

"Yes. When I wake up, my futon is so messy that my children are most afraid to see the ghost."

After that, she smiled and said, "Hey, Jeanette?" and Jeanette puffed up her cheeks, "...I don't know."

Jeanette seems to have met him before. in that fool's name

"Come to think of it, was the church kitchen ready to boil?"

"Now... I don't know,"

The ginette swells and Bertina giggles.

Sure, it's scary for the kids, but it's unlikely that anyone will dress up.

You won't want to admit it as much as Genet now.

That I met the idiot. I'm sure you can avoid this fancy dress.

`Oh! To the Sister, Mr. Jiro said, 'What a waste.'I'm going to ask you to tell me about "I'm so stupid!" Please be scared.

"No, Jeanette. Perhaps Bertina is one of the fools."

They probably share the same idea that it's a waste to leave food behind.

It's a waste to be urged by Bertina.While we were talking about ~iobake, it was getting more and more red outside the window, and I noticed that it was time for Delia's gymnastics class.