When he returned to the lord's house, the sun was setting a little.
　There is a calm afternoon atmosphere all around.

"Are you back, boys? I'm glad I'm safe."

　Gilberta, who is as chatty as ever, greets us. The head waiter would have any other job to do, but he seems to be putting us first today.

"Oh! Did you know him or saw him in the morning?"

　Gilberta rolls his eyes at Regina.
　Well, did you get the information from him?

"What is it? Who speaks this quintessential way?"

　No, don't you say it.

"'Forced Translation Magic' is a funny translation, Homma,"
"Really,"

　Staring at Regina with no more empathy.
　I wonder why it was translated into Kansai dialect.

"By the way, Gilberta. Is it still difficult to meet Lucia?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lucia, we're still meeting in secret. I don't think it's going to be possible to see you to-day."
"...I see,"

　Don't back down there, Estella!
　If you don't meet the lord here, he won't give you the flowers in the garden!?
　Are you going to miss all that blatantly gold-smelling nectar!?

"You can wait till you finish your business." Can't you manage it?"

　Don't give up and give it another push.
　But Gilberta repeats the same words without a change of expression.

"I don't think it's going to be possible to see you today,"

　It's all the more suspicious when it's all the more suspicious.
　I can't see him because I have business to do, but because I don't meet the requirements for him to see me.

"Astella, wait a minute."

　Call Estella and consider Lucia.

"You've met Lucia, have you?"
"Hey, Jillo...!? Don't talk like that!"

　Estella scolds me in a low, tight voice. My gaze glances toward Gilberta.
　Oh, he's mad. Like Natalia when she made a fool of Estella.
　...however, Natalia is the first to tinker with Estella these days.

"I've met him," He is a man of great dignity."
"I mean, you're scared,"
"Yasilo.........I really don't want you to see me anymore..."

　What's wrong with you?
　Do you think I'll be rude to the lord? I'm disappointed.
　He's good at taking advantage of his superiority. I don't care how much I used to be the head of a company.

"It's rare, but there are also meetings of lords."
"Have you ever had a conversation?"
"Yes, but I couldn't have talked about it."

　Well... maybe he's a difficult guy.

"Do you have discriminatory intentions against the Beasts?"
"…Well, how about that? I can't guess what you mean. But I think it's called Hanazono, or the evaluation of the people of the domain, or rather the position of trying to eliminate discrimination."

　Cabriel, a member of the beetles tribe, had said that they would "do well to subspecies."
　It is unlikely, then, that the lord of this ward is persecuting the animal race... but it could be an official pose.
　It is possible that flower gardens distinguish humans from the beasts and make a sharp distinction. It's also about making it clear that 'human beings and animal tribes are different.'

　After all, I don't know for sure until I see him in person... but in order to get him to see me, I have to know him and plan a strategy... Uh.........huh?

"... garbage?"
"He?"

　Looking at the lord's house, I found a slim green object in the distance that had been discarded on the ground.

　Oh... I don't remember seeing you.

"Oh, don't worry, you know. It's the usual thing."

　Gilberta casts a disdainful glance at the green slimy creature that rolls to the ground.
　He seems to have a considerable aversion. Well, it can't be helped.
　But that gaze would rather reward him.

"So... who Lucia is meeting now is Marsha?"
"Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock...?"

　Gilberta reacts too easily and confirms that my words were correct. Isn't this the sort of guy you shouldn't be close to?

"Are you capable of reading people's minds?"
"No, no... it looks like garbage over there, isn't it, Calvin?"
"Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock, Dock...?"
"Well... I can only say, 'You'll see it when you see it.'"

　If an acquaintance rolls on the ground, I'll notice it.

　Calvin, deputy guild leader of the marine guild and transport officer for Marsha to land.
　That he's here means that Marsha is there.

　That's not to say that you don't want to see the Beasts.
　Is Marsha special because she is the guild leader of a marine guild...?
　That's a possibility, isn't it? Anyway, the disgusting Calvin is left outside, and there are signs that he has been attacked.
　Shall we listen?

"Hey, Calvin,"
`Oh, my legs!'

　I stepped on it without thinking...
　What's "Otoko," that's disgusting! Give up a hundred steps and stay on the beauty of a beautiful woman's legs, you reckless half-fisher!"Ah... I'm sorry! I'm not interested in men, but I'm a little excited just by adding... I'm sorry... but I'm a little happy to be stepped on."
"You're not making people uncomfortable while apologizing."

　I want to disinfect my feet right now.

"Great step! Sounds good, compatible, you and Calvin."
"Will you stop? I'm going to get mad."

　A little further away from Gilberta, I speak to Calvin.
　... d*mn! Why do you have to have a secret conversation with him... ...no, no, just to make money. patient patience

"Oh, my dear. Have you ever met the lord of this place?"
"Yes... I'm sorry I've met you before."
"You don't have to apologize, one by one,"
"Oh, I'm sorry for apologizing..."

　No! He's a bad guy.
　It can't be helped. Let's go through.

"There's Marsha in the house now?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I'm a cheeky guild-master, but I'm alone with Lucia, who is beautiful on the legs."
"Well... it's rather strange how you can handle Marsha so well."
"Because it's Marsha. It's half a fish."
"Half the fish, you too."

　Because you're so strange?
　Because you're half a fish and you're a pervert in general?

"And why are you being thrown out?"
"The head of our guild... Mr. Marsha's... 'I'm in the way, so I'm not going out'... Mr. Marsha's!"
"You're determined by whether or not you's legs..."
"I'm like, 'It's kind of disgusting to be with you!'"
"That's a strong agreement,"

　Even Marsha isn't used to it, is she?

"And when he came out, he came out..."Mr. Gilberta, I'm going to give you a big time..."
"Didn't you do something?"
"No way! but to rub my stiff thighs against my cheek...!"
"Thank you for not holding your breath."

　Was it his own fault that he was being harmed?"

"Thank you . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"...why didn't he hold his breath, Gilberta?"

　Who are you grateful to?
　What religion?

"I don't mind your personal impressions, but what kind of fellow is this lord?"
"She's an attractive woman with little muscle and a little whiplash thighs... oh my gosh! My knees! My knee!

　I'll entwine the foot of the fetish carbin and give him a four‐legged massage. What do you think? You want to break the knee plate!

"Who asked me to send you information on the lord's thighs? I'm asking for your identity!"
"Yes, soot, you are a wonderful fellow! You are humane, tolerant, and yet you are not strict enough to value discipline."Oh, now, now, now, my knee plate was faintly 'pucky!'"

　Calvin rubs his knee with tearful eyes as he releases his feet.
　As expected, has this worked?

"Ah......I've had this done by a beautiful barefoot girl... I said, "Oh, my God!"
"Struggle,"
"Ah, I don't enjoy Iron Claw at all, so I hope you don't... I'm sorry.

　I don't have the slightest intention of entertaining you.
　My hands are so slimy.

　As I can't play around forever, I'll drop my voice and ask Calvin the point.

"Does Lucia have a stern attitude towards the Beasts?"

　I avoided the blatant expression of discrimination. There's no guarantee that Calvin is completely on our side.
　It's wiser not to blame the other person.

"It's hard on the Beasts . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　Hmm...

　Carbin's face is deeply wrinkled.
　After all, they seem to be treated badly.
　You should ask this place directly.

"Did you have any bad feelings?"
"I've been here many times, but... Mr. Lucia, who has a great, full thigh, has never stepped on me."Well, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

　In other words, the complaint he has against Lucia is a very self-centered, criminal complaint because it doesn't satisfy his own distorted habits of distortion.
　All I can say is one word.

　I don't care, that's it!

　Genet! They show off that kind of milk every day and never give me a fight!? That's what the world is all about!

"Oh my gosh~? You're doing something fun~"

　Calvin's head was caving in on his Iron Claw, when he heard a slow voice from the building.

"Marsha".
"Oh, Estella! Wow, the manager, too!"

　the guild chief of a marine guild The scallop bra is the beautiful mermaid marsha that is dazzling today.
　There are three women who have never seen the usual moving aquarium today. The women, dressed as waiters, have the same coat of arms on their aprons as on Gilberta's chest.
　They must be Lucia's servants.

　I looked at the waiters' faces, but they didn't meet at all.
　Are these guys always so expressionless?
　It's kind of... like they're being taught very hard.
　Don't disturb discipline. Don't show your teeth, don't play around... like that.

　I looked away from the waiter who didn't look at me and turned to Marsha. I met my eyes very closely."Yasilo, too!"
"Yaho...
"Oh, that's hard to touch with your bare hands, isn't it?"

"That," he says, pointing to Calvin. ... oh, I've been ironing it all the whole time.
　I see. Is this the last one?

"Marsha, will you let me clean up my dirty hands?"

　I tried to spread my arms and move them to .
　Just in front of me, there are two flexible bulges that make these hands fit just right in front of me. That's for sure to do that!

"I'm sorry, but I'm scared of Estella's eyes, so I don't think it's possible."

　Cold sweat runs down my spine as I watch Marsha smile.
　...with a sharp blade against his neck.

"...that I should be able to completely extinguish all the signs... ...that I have raised my hand, Estella."
"Thank you for your compliment. Now, will you put down your hands?"

　That's strange. In this kind of situation, people would tell me to raise my hand.
　take one's hands off for fear of no other things ...pretend and wipe with Estella's clothes.

"Oh! Don't do it, buddy!"
"Ah... I'm sorry!"
"Oh, I can't~ Estella~" I'll be glad if you curse."

　Marsha wriggles her lower body in her usual moving waterwheel.
　The water in the tank shakes and the light reflects on Marsha's scales. It was a jewel-like glow, very beautiful.
　Marsha is absolutely beautiful when she's in the water. When I see him swimming, it makes me wonder if it's more so.

"Oh! I don't want to, Mr. Jiro. I'm just looking at the milk again!"
"I'm wet!"
"As expected, I'm a person who never blurs and has a baby."
"That's why I'm wet!"

　I've been thinking more macroistically about the shadow of water, the harmony with the sea, and even the benefits of world peace... oh, that's enough! Look into the valley!

"I don't think there's anything wet in the valley?"

　Stupid, Estella.
　It's out of order! As a result, we just got there!

"By the way, Marsha," Have you done anything unpleasant?"
"Are you looking at the breast cancer.
"Hahaha!" I don't think it's unpleasant."
"""Positive, isn't it?"""

　Marsha has the usual light smile on her face.
　I don't feel any discomfort or irritation... or, I mean, Marsha is always does.

"I would like to ask ""Are you on good terms with Lucia?"" but the waiter pushing Marsha's water tank is in the way and it's hard to start talking."
　So I asked, "Have you ever had any unpleasant experiences?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . There is so little information that I can't even guess.

"Do you want to see Lucia?"

　Lucia's "sister"...
　When Marsha goes out of her way to call it that way, she probably recognizes it as a respectable person. ...maybe he's a little scary.

"Well, I'd love to see you."
"Well, wouldn't you meet me if I asked for it, Gilberta?"
"I don't understand, sir. It was a secret meeting with Mr. Marsha today." I was told that no one should let me through. a secret meeting That's why."

　Uh-huh. You've probably leaked everything you have to keep secret, you head waiter... this is a good source of information. Let's get to know each other.

"Then why don't you ask him to come?"
"Well, if you say Marsha, the situation may change." I don't mind if you ask me."
"Yes. You're nice, Gilberta."
"Oh my gosh, I said. I am."

　Have you ever thought so?
　I wonder what it is, you clunky waiter... is starting to look a bit adorable.

"I'll take good care of you, Gilberta,"
"...I think it's rude to say it while looking at the breast, I said.
"I haven't seen it!"

　Was there a guy here who was spreading rumors?

"If you're a breast-bearer, you should take care of yourself.
"Can you do it?"
"No, I can do it. I mean, do it, my weight is..."

　Your tone of Gilberta is changing a little, Estella.
　Also, I don't know much about my own weight.

"Well, I'll ask Lucia, I'll wait here for a moment, I think you'll be fine."

　Here Gilberta went into the house, telling her to wait for a while.
　A sound of cranes... I don't think so, but when Marsha says so, the story goes smoothly.

"Is Marsha based in the Thirty-Fifth Ward?"
"Yes, that's right~" and there are ports in the thirty-seven wards, which I often use."

　They're based in two wards... That's a situation that's likely to happen in a scramble."The kinds of fish we gather are so different that we can't lean on one side or the other, can we?"

　Well, as a lord, you'd like to have your base in your ward.
　I see. You may have been saying that you want the marine guild to be limited to 35 wards again. So, a secret meeting? Are you mad that you're going to break into Marsha so that others won't realize...

"Because the sea is wide, I don't think it's right to separate it by a small harbor."

　The harbors of the Thirty-Fifth Ward are by no means small, but... they're tiny in the eyes of the sea.
　For Marsha, who moves freely between the ocean and the ocean, the boundaries of land may be nothing short of cramping.

"It must be hard,"
"Yeah. I'm in trouble."

　Marsha splashes the water from the tank with a smile that doesn't seem to be hard at all.

"Do you gather different fish depending on the ocean?"
"Well, there are many kinds of them," Isn't it also territorial?"

　That kind of conversation is taking place behind me.
　Jeanette, who doesn't know much about the sea, is asking Estella, who knows a little about the sea...Marsha looks bitter.
　Well, there's not a territorial dispute, but fish territorial disputes often occur between tribes. Because when it comes to strife between other races, it's no longer 'predatory.' It doesn't mean coexistence on territorial grounds.

"Isn't the difference in the types of fish caught due to warm currents and cold currents?"
"Dance?"
"Hurrah?"

　Jeanette and Estella all bow to my words.
　I see. I don't know much about that, do I? These guys never go out to sea. You don't have to read the tide, do you?

"Wow! You know very well, Mr. Jiro,"

　Marsha is the only one with a radiant expression and clapping her hands.
　Talking about the sea to the people of the land will often be incomprehensible. be a bit of a jubilant

　Then, shall we show off our knowledge a little?

"Well, roughly speaking, there's a current in the ocean, and the fish go around in the wide sea."

　They are divided into warm currents and cold currents by the difference in temperature between the two, and different fish gather in each of themselves.
　In this world of wild weather, the ocean currents seem to be distributed in a very irregular way.

"Answer correct! Oh, my! 80 points!"

　...not a hundred points, is it?
　Well, it's a passing grade.

"As a reward, Jiro, do you a good job!"

　Marsha leans on the edge of the aquarium and stretches out her arms.
　Oh, I have to get close to him.
　As I approach the aquarium, Marsha grabs my head with her hands as if she were going to jump at me and caresses me around. Well, it's kind of exciting...
　I've been patted too much and my head is chapped, but I'm fine with it because it's chapped right in front of me.

"Even though you're a native of the land, you know what it is."Yes. Is Jiro's hometown beyond the sea?"
"Beyond the sea... well, it was an island country."

　Nevertheless, I've never taken a boat to see if it's a warm current or a cold current. I know it only as knowledge.
　I don't know what it feels like to look up at the sky on a ship and say, "...Don't let a storm come."

"I feel like talking about the sea with Yashiro next time~"
"Well, I'd like to discuss scallops in particular."
"What Jiro is curious about is the shell contents!? Marsha, be careful!"

　have a cup of estella tea a smart fellow
　When you want to eat "sazae," you eat the contents, not the shell.

"Yes, I'll be careful, Estella." See you, Mr. Jiro? Now, the cold current is bustling."

　Drinking Estella's tea lightly, Marsha begins the conversation.
　It's unusually lively and breathless. "There is no relaxed atmosphere where the ending of the word ""○○Hey~"" is extended, and they throw words at me one after another."

`The rainbow trout, herring, and pollack are all very well!'
"That's a line-up of delicious eggs,"
"What!? . . . . . . eggs."

　that?
　Don't you want to eat here?
　The rainbow trout is a salmon companion, so it's a muscle... well, salmon roe. So herring is herring and pollack is cod roe.

"Yasilo! Have you ever eaten fish eggs? I thought land people don't eat that!"
"No, no, it's delicious, isn't it? I like her, both herring roe and cod roe."
"Yasilo! You're not coming to my house next time!? I'll treat you to delicious salmon roe!"

　I'm so excited that Marsha twists her arms around my neck.
　Oh my gosh!
　Good! This scallop is a good scallop!

"Oh, is it such a pleasure?"
"I'm so happy! Because when I see land people like salmon roe, they look like they don't like it."

　Well... I guess you're not used to eating.
　It's delicious, isn't it?

"Yasilo! If you don't leave Marsha, I'll stab you!"
"Wait, Estella! I'm the one who's stuck together!"
"Still... I stab Jillo!"
"What's that unshakable determination!? Can you show it to me somewhere else.The water in the tank splashes.
　Marsha is beating the water with her tail fin.
　How happy were you? Are there so few people who can keep up with fish conversations?
　......oh, that's why Marsha is on good terms with Delia. If Delia opens her mouth, she'll be talking about salmon... she'll like salmon, too.

　I feel like I have a glimpse of why Marsha is so attached to Delia.
　If I ride this well, wouldn't I be able to get salmon roe and herring roe cheaply?
　It seems that land people don't have the habit of eating fish eggs, but... I want to eat them. I really want to eat pollack roe. I'd like to stir it in with freshly cooked rice.
　Well, I wonder if I'll accept Marsha's invitation.

　What a thought I was thinking...

"It's very noisy, isn't it?

　I can hear a commanding and cool voice.
　Looking back, I saw a beautiful woman with a blue hair with a sharp gaze on her eyes turned to me. The woman, whose beauty is comparable to that of Bertina, has a frosty, cold stare at her.
　And...

"Hey, boy there..."

　He said this to me????

"Are you a 'human'?"


　Is this Lucia Suarez, the lord of the Thirty-Fifth Ward?