"Wow..."

　Bertina is growling.

"...it's delicious!"

　I said that Bertina would make sweet sake that would growl, but I didn't know that it would really growl.
　That's a great success!

"Is this really alcohol?"
"No, the process is similar, but it doesn't contain alcohol."

　Amazake made with sake lees contains a little alcohol, but this one made with malted rice and rice is completely non-alcoholic.
　It seems that the traditional way of making koji mold is to breed it with leap rice, but this time it was made simpler by boiling the rice and letting it lie overnight. Oh, in the case of alcohol, I think it's "made."

　The cologne's acupressure points really did a good job of keeping us warm, and it turned out to be a better job than I expected.
　Isn't he going to make a thermos one of these days?

"But I think it smells a little bit like alcohol."
"It smells of fermentation,"

　Aspergillus oryzae is converting the starch of rice into sugar.
　This sugar is so sweet that Japanese fashionable girls sometimes use amazake instead of sugar. Fresh amazake contains enzymes and is expected to have a diet effect. It's out when you boil it to a boil.

　If you boil the rice, mix the rice malt, and let it sleep at 60 degrees Celsius for a long night, you'll get a good taste of amazake. Anyone can easily make rice cookers and thermos.

　When "yeast" touches the sugar produced by koji, it ferments and turns sugar into alcohol. This is the drink.
　However, it is not easy to make sake because various difficult techniques such as double parallel fermentation are required. It seems as if we could do with old smuggling.

"It smells great."

　Bertina noses close to a cup of hot water, wrapped in both hands. smile like a little girl
　I wonder if alcohol is a drink of the adult world.

　Neither koji nor rice contains "yeast," and in theory, the sugar produced by koji does not change into alcohol.
　However, since "yeast" exists in the air, it ferments a little during the production process, even though it is a non-alcoholic amazake. "However, the alcohol produced by it is very small, and it is safe to say that it is ""not contained."""

"The Sister said that the raisins also smell like liquor."

　Ginnett chuckles out Bertina's past stories.
　Bertina puffed up her cheeks slightly dissatisfiedly, but her cheeks loosened happily when she drank amazake.

"I feel like I've climbed the stairs of an adult."
"It's non-alcoholic."
"But it's alcohol."

　Most of them are made the same way.

"If I can drink a sister, I think anyone can."

　Jeanette teases Bertina like a prank.
　Every time Bertina pouted her lips, she was in a good mood as soon as she had sweetened her mouth.

　It's Jeanette's seal.
　Even Donnis could drink this.

"I didn't know there was such a delicious thing. I didn't know."
"It seems that the twenty-four wards used to be popular."

　Libeka didn't know, but Versa knew Amazake.
　Bertha's "Reporters of the Information" -- I asked Libeka to make amazake while she was calling for Mokoka, and Libeka's reaction was to something unknown.
　So I thought it would be dangerous if I didn't taste it, but when Bertha came back and said, "Well, I miss you," things changed completely.

　According to Bertha, amazake made from malted rice was once produced in the twenty-four wards, and it was very familiar to the Bertha generation.
　It has a strong image of being a drink for the common people, and in Japan, it seems to have been a position like ramune in a confectionery shop.
　Therefore, it is highly likely that Donis, the lord of the manor, did not know of his existence.

　Such amazake is said to have ceased to be produced at the same time as tofu.
　The reason is that the production of seishu has begun in earnest.
　After that, amazake made with sake lees became the mainstream, and it is said that they are still made.
　It doesn't sound like a major drink, though.
　It didn't seem to be very popular in terms of its difference from its former taste, its small amount of alcohol, and its sweetness without sugar. Sugar was a luxury in this town.

　Amazake, if not major, is no longer made because of its replacement.
　Both tofu and Bertha were almost forgotten because they were considered "no need to force themselves to make them."

　What a waste!
　It's delicious!

"Huh... warms up from the core of my body."

　Bertina's cheeks lighten as her body temperature rises.
　My fair skin is very s*xy with a light peach color. ... after all, amazake should be included in the drinks. It's so glamorous even if you're not drunk.

"Yasilo, you're growing under your nose."

　Jeanette warned me in just a little bit of a spiny.
"Ugh," he wrenched his eyebrows in an easy-to- What's that cute? Do you want some? Amazake.

"Do you serve this amazake in the twenty-fourth leg?"
"Ah. Mr. Barr said he knew how to make bartha at the koji factory and how it used to taste, so he asked me to make a lot of it."
"Children in the church can drink with peace of mind."

　It's non-alcoholic and sweet at any rate.
　It's just a 'child's drink.' But????

"""Newly‐encountered delicious food is exciting.""" Adults will be very excited, too."
"Well, meeting something delicious that you don't know is a joy in life."

　Bertina says it's very persuasive.

"Then, I have to cook a lot of delicious food to keep up with amazake."

　Jeanette is a Jeanette with a strange sense of rivalry.
　Encounters with unknown delicacies -- Jeanette seems happy in a different way than Bertina.

"...the grain is good grain,"
`I'd rather have a dry one!'

　Magda and Loretta enjoying amazake with the kids over there.
　I'm comparing the two amazake.

"What is the difference between this particulate and this dryness?"
"I used to smooth the grain out of it."

　Some people say it's good to have grains of rice left behind, while others don't.
　That's why I've turned it over and made a smooth version. ...it was troublesome.

"I like it better, don't I?" It's pleasant to say."
"But don't you feel like you've eaten it?""... it's hard to throw away the lumps."

　He giggles and takes a sip of Magda's crushed amazake.
　Do you drink around? You're a drinker.

``Oh, my!'
"Newcomer in the drinking world!"

　Amazake seems to be popular among the kids.
　Hammaro is as good as ever.

"The children seem to like it, and if they go to the 24 wards, they have to buy a lot of rice malt."

　We're supposed to take the kids to the banquet, but we can't all. It's dangerous for young kids to travel long, and they can't be shy or homesick over there.
　This time, we will only take people of a certain age. There's a carriage to do with it.

"Let's buy a lot and hold a 'party' in the 42nd district."

　That's why Bertina has proposed holding a feast in the Forty-second Ward for her absenteeism.
　That's the condition for cooperating with us this time.
　-- well, the terms and conditions are just a matter of course. It must be a new way of asking.

　As expected, Bertina knew Sophie and Libeka. The situation where Sophie is unable to return to the koji factory.
　That's why I dared to talk about the church on the spot. I thought, if possible, that we might be able to get rid of the conflicts between our sisters.

Regardless of whether the word "manny" was appropriate, Bertina's request turned in the right direction.
　That's probably why they are willing to cooperate with the 'celebration.'

　I'm sure I just wanted to be a little spoiled.
　Anyway, he giggled happily after he had laid the conditions on me.
　Estella must have poisoned me. He'll depend on others soon. ...when he grows up to about D-cup, he's sure to rub as much as he wants. I'm sure I have that much right. Yup.

"Good morning! Jeanette".

　While I was thinking about it, Estella popped in.
　The church lounge adds to the noise. You're still popular with the kids, aren't he?

"Good morning, Jiro."

　After a moment's jest with Jeanette, he greets Bertina, exchanges a word or two with Magda and Loretta, pats them on the head, and then turns to me.
　...it's a very low priority for me, isn't it?

"...become a D-cup."
"What? Are you supporting me? Thank you".
"And please massage as much as you want."
"Don't be silly,"
"What's the value of a D-cup that doesn't conflict with?"
"A presence!"
"... certainly."
"Don't be convinced, Mr. Yashiro,"

　I got a sharp thrust in the side with my fist.
　Somehow, Jeanette is a little angry this morning.
　Do you want me to compliment your breasts?

"Genet. You're number one."
"Confession, please." I will mainly talk about my current perspective."

　I was accused of gazing at him.
　I don't like it. They say they'll find out even if you glance at it, so it's better to look at it. What? If you find out anyway. What?

"And what were you all talking about?"

　an unusually lively lounge
　Smiles of satisfaction are blooming here and there.
　They seem to want to take advantage of the atmosphere. Are you going to make…?

"Bertina wants to buy a large quantity of food in the twenty-fourth leg."
"What!"
"You're too surprised, Mr. Estella. You don't mean to buy it up, do you?"

　Bertina is lightly shocked by Estella's outspoken response.
　But, Bertina. It's no use thinking that you want to buy in bulk is an equal [buy.

"I was talking about making lots of amazake."
"Oh! Amazake is ready! I want to drink it!"

　It seems that people didn't recognize what they had as amazake.
　It's no wonder I don't know.

"Well, Mr. Estella," Which would you prefer, dry or muttered?"
"What is that?"

　Jeanette gives Estella an explanation of amazake. Estella gazes interestingly at the sweet sake of the kids while hammering back and forth between Ha and Ho.

"Then I'll make it plain,"
"Oh! A pair of cranes!"
`Slowly!'
`"A pair of cranes, please!"
"Sarasara! Really, at times like this, Magda and Loretta really!"

　After staring at the conversation with a smile, Jeanette heads to the kitchen.

"And how was Mokoka?"
"Huh? Oh, I was very satisfied."

　Estella says she has done well, but her face is full of tiredness.

"...but I was so worried about Natalia's bad favoritism."

　From a Mokoka standpoint, it seems that the bare face who talked about BU was more important than the lord.
　And I guess Natalia was getting carried away with that kind of treatment... Estella, I can understand your feelings at least two millimeters. Yes. Good job."You seem to like our bed." I'm sleeping like mud, not yet."

　Estella says she must have been tired from the uproar last night.
　...you were making so much noise. I'm glad I didn't have to accept it at the Yodamari-tei.

"When you wake up, Natalia is to bring you to the Yodamari-tei,"
"What about Becko?"
"I've sent our waiter on an errand. Natalia is in the care of Mokoka."
"Why don't you go and tell me?"
"Why, I came to Becko?"

　It's a natural tone.
　I suppose this is the treatment of Becko in the 42 wards.
　I don't think Imelda is the only one who goes there.

　"After that, I drank amazake that I received from Jeanette, and Estella expressed her impressions of the success of the ""Banquet"" and became enthusiastic, but I cut it off because I didn't feel milky."
　However, he seemed to be generally satisfied.





"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

　After returning from the church and finishing the preparations for the opening, Mokoka came to the Yodamari-tei, accompanied by Natalia.
　I introduced Mokoka roughly and decided to have her eat right away.
　The dish I served was a Mapo eggplant.

　When I said I made it in the twenty-four districts, Ginet approached me and said, "Please tell me!" It's a new product that I just told you about. ...but it tastes better than I make it. Cheat, Jeanette's cooking skills.

　So there is another aim in serving the Mapo eggplant.

"This is a dish made in the twenty-fourth district with a new seasoning, and with the exception of the people here, it is a state-of-the-art dish that only Libekah of the malt mill and Firman of the next lord have ever eaten."
"d*mn it! Isn't it now!? It's Barinau!"

　Barinau -- I'm trying to get some cutting-edge, crunchy food in the press. I don't know how to rely on a man who uses words such as "brilliant" or "now" (brilliant, fashionable, cool)."

　If the restaurant becomes popular after being published in an information paper, the food itself will be sold like hot cakes, and Yodamari-tei will be very popular. Moreover, if bean paste becomes popular, demand for bean paste will grow exponentially.
　They say they can repay Marul.

"How dare you not put such a delicious thing on the information paper! Oops! I'll draw and draw!"

　Putting down the half-remaining Mapo eggplant, Mokoka takes something like a sketchbook out of his bag. It's a dirty bundle of paper. It must be something behind the scenes of the leaflet. Poverty oozes out.
　However, the brush seemed to be more expensive than the paper. The brush case is lined with things like colored pencils.
　It's not like a colored pencil, it's like a crayon... it's like a coupee.

　Mokoka enters and immerse himself in his world in an instant.
　The atmosphere ceases to be as if one could interrupt from the side by side.

　Jeanette, who looks like she wants to eat before it cools down, gazes at the moqua work without saying a word.
　I'll look into the illustration from behind. There was a red, sticky object on it. It doesn't look good to flattery.

"...bleeding?"
"It's a black bug that stings in a pool of blood..."
"What!? What do you want me to say, little boys!? They're drawing Mapo eggplant!"

　No, it doesn't look like an eggplant.
　I know very well because I've been given a very cold stare by these people when I illustrated meat sauce spaghetti. Illustrations of food are plainly difficult, aren't they?

"Well, I see! The brownish one is more authentic!"

　After saying that, he adds a thick brown picture of ground meat.

"......... vomit."
"Don't do that! Our shop doesn't offer this! It's a business jam!"
"It must be a Mapo eggplant! You little girl!"

　No no
　Magda's opinion is right, and you're "dumb" enough, Mokoka.

"Is 'beauty' necessary for art? Shall we take it off?"
"I thought you weren't there because you were quiet, but when you open your mouth, you're Natalia. If you can take it off, take it off."

　Natalia was taken to the corner of the dining room by Estella.
　He seemed to have been lifted considerably by Mokoka, and his face level had risen by about four points.
　It was too much to be seen, and they were pulling away from the moqua. I'll drive you back, you little boy.

"...because I'm used to seeing Becko's paintings, I can still see the cheapness."
"Well, you have a disappointing face and a disappointing personality, but you're a brilliant technician."
"... it's a pervert,"
"It's a pervert,"
"You're both terrible,"

　Jeanette gently accuses two people of telling the truth.
　You want to teach me that truth can hurt people. But there's no doubt it's true.

"Well, this is... It's already very exciting."

　Then came Becko, the rumored unfortunate man with round glasses and a stupid face.

"Welcome, Becko," You look like a fool."
"Slightly!? He said, "I met him and he was disowned as soon.
"...Welcome, Becko." You look like a fool."
"I've been waiting for you, sir. You look like a fool."
`Are we all at once!'

　Cooperative play is the strength of Yodamatei....but sadly, Loretta. All you have to do is make a fool of yourself. Contextually. Well, Loretta looks like a fool, so I'm not lying.

`Oh, wow! It's too much of a waste! I don't think I can draw anything!'

　a lump that rips off one's head Don't make a strange noise in the dining room.

"Oh, don't look at me. Is it an illustration of a vomit?"
"No! It's a Mapo eggplant!"
"What? You've never heard of it?"
"Would you like to eat it, Baekho? It's not on the menu yet."
"Oh! I'd love to ask you that!"
"Pay me,"
"...I'll collect the fee."
"I'll leave you with the forehead you told me to do, sir.
"That's when you get along, my lord!"
"Hold on, then,"

　After Jeanette finishes watching us communicate, she walks into the kitchen happily.
　I guess it's time to make it. fresh from memory

"Genet, without eggplant!"
"I still don't know what kind of food it is, but if you omit it by name, it's not a matter of putting the cart before the horse, Mr. Yashiro!"
"...more without Mabo,"
"And what will come out of it asked.
"I'll take out the dishes.
"I feel like nothing is coming out!"
"As soon as you came, you are noisy."
"You think it's obviously your fault!?"

　While we're messing around here, Mokoka is whining and waving his colored pencil. It is no longer correctable.

"I can't draw well except for characters,"

　There are some pros and cons.
　There are quite a few people who are not good at drawing characters but not good at backgrounds and accessories.
　That can't be helped. I don't think there's a textbook or something like a model here.

"Does your prince draw?"
"Oh, it looks like this, and he's kind of a professional. The information paper has illustrations on it. Hey, Natalia. You're like an information paper right now...
"Yes, of course I have."

　Natalia is in possession of a picture of herself.
　I won't run into it anymore.
　I showed it to Becko, and she traced the rim of her round glasses with her fingers and shouted, "Whoa!"

"Is it Mr. Natalia? It is a rather interesting way of painting, taking characteristics, simplifying and emphasizing them."

　This is a portrait-like illustration that differs from what Estella calls the art of this city and the realistic way of drawing by Becko. He seems to have been intrigued.

"""I feel something similar to Mr. Yashiro's deformed figure."""
"To emphasize the characteristics and simplify them might be,"
"I envy you because you can't do it for me.

　Becko can only shape what she sees.
　"However, the ""as it is"" is the degree of reproduction that is alien to ordinary people."

"Becco. Draw me a little."
"Mr. Natalia?"
"Oh. If possible, I'd rather have a dull face."

　I've had enough of Natalia's dirty face.

"Yes, I understand. I hope it will be a feast while we wait for Mr. Jeanette's food. Do you have paper and brushes?"
"Oh, then use this."
"It's no use crying over spilt milk. Well, what's your name...?"
"It's Mokoka!"
"Thank you, Mr. Mokoka. My name is Becko, and I am an artist of no consequence. You don't have to remember your name, so please ignore it."
"Oh! I won't forget to hear you!"

　No, no!
　Mokoka? You came to the 42nd leg because you wanted to see Baekho, right?
　Did you forget?
　You must have forgotten it! Because it doesn't smell like a fool's daughter!

"Mr. Baekho... Please make it as s*xy as possible."
"All right!"
"Don't know, Becko! You'll have to be dignified! As the head waiter of the lord's house!"

　Estella overwrites Natalia's request.
　For me, if I could make a s*xy picture, I could put it by my bedside.

"Yes, it's done,"
"Quick, you,"
"What? It's a simple game to draw."When I peeped into Becko's play... there was a master waiter overflowing with elegance.
　It's just like a picture.

"Good. It's a decent picture."
"But I am not wearing shorts in this picture."
"Will you not force me to add s*xiness?"

　It's of a quality that can be displayed in a room if it's in a gorgeous frame, but it doesn't seem worth the trouble.
　...if I look down, can't I see the inside of my skirt?

"Yasilo, will you stab me?"

　oh my gosh!
　I was just going to peep in. I haven't peeped in yet! It's an attempt!

"Oh, you know... you bluff... you know."

　Mokoka began to tremble at the sight of Becko's painting.
　Forgetting the blink, I keep staring at Natalia's elegant paintings. I can't take my eyes off it.

"Mr. Becko, thank you for waiting." We have Mapo eggplant, eggplant, and plates."

　Jeanette goes out of her way to say that we've put in everything we've said we're missing. It's a joke, isn't it? These little pranks seem to be my favorite these days.

"Oh! What a sweet smell this is again!" Well, I'll be asked by Mr. Imelda for a food sample in three days."

　When Yodamari-tei launched a new menu, Imelda immediately asked them to produce it.
　We're quite close now.

"I'm sorry! This viper came all the way to you at the invitation of Mr. Jiro. It smells so good. What's this smell? It's a new menu. Explain it in detail!"
"Well, Imelda," Take a breath."

　Imelda approached me like I was being sucked into a Mapo eggplant as soon as I entered the shop.
　And eat a bite without anyone's consent.
　...don't steal and eat, you mean little girl.

"It's delicious, Baekho! Give me a food sample right away!"
"Well... my reading is still too lenient... it took less than three minutes."

　Imelda's vitality beyond Becko's imagination. ... No, it's impudent.
　But somehow, you guys are a good combination. Becko's income will be stable if Imelda's request continues.

"Well, I'm going to remake it for Mr. Becko,"
"It's no use, Mr. Jeanette,"

　Imelda has started eating on her own, so it looks like she's going to make a new Becko Mapo eggplant.
　No one is paying attention to Imelda anymore, and Becko herself seems to have no complaints.
　It's a big deal for other customers, but Imelda knows about it. In a way, they may be perceived as spoiled beings. Do you mean you've earned your trust? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Well, while I'm waiting, I'll have another entertainment. Mr. Mokoka, may I have another piece of paper?"
「………………」
"Mr. Mokoka?"
"What?! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"Who are you, mumbling?"

　Don't talk while eating, Imelda. You're a lady, just in case.
　Are you Bertina? It's an act I'd like Bertina to stop.

"Then, I will draw a mapo eggplant."

　Becko rolls up her arms with Mokoka's colored pencil and paper in her hand.

"Oh, come on! Mapo eggplant illustrations are very difficult!"
"Well, my man, I can draw anything once I see it, so don't worry."

　say lightly and run one's pen
　Just as an inkjet prints vivid images on paper in accordance with a program, a colored pencil operated by Becko draws a Mapo eggplant so realistic that it gives a feeling of fragrance and warmth to plain paper.

"...this looks delicious,"
"My dear sir, you are also good at drawing. It wasn't just food samples."
"That's a big deal, as usual,"
"Well,"
"But in a way, my painting looked more delicious."
"Good, shut up Natalia,"

　Everyone but Natalia admires the technology.
　In the 42 wards, the influence of food samples has raised the reputation of Becko's "non-artistic" creations. Realistic things that had never been seen before have come to be appreciated as wonderful in the 42 wards.

　And the professional illustrator who came from outside the 42 wards...

"But... oh! Master!"
"And who is Master?"

　Looking at the realistic, delicious-looking illustration of the Mapo eggplant, Mokoka thrust his hand in front of Becko. I'm sitting on my knees.

"Make me your disciple!"
"Ya, Mr. Jiro... What about this?"

　No, even if I tell you...

"Honestly, I'm sorry! I've never seen such a realistic illustration in my life! Please teach me your master's skills! Don't be too stingy, please!"
"Mr. Jasilo, am I... being asked or ordered?"

　Maybe it's an order... Well, I'm asking you.

No, I'm still in training. I want you to raise your head because you are impudent with your master.""I won't move here until you make me a disciple!"
"It's annoying, so make him a disciple, Becko,"
"But Mr. Jiro!? I have nothing to teach you."
"That's all right, isn't it?" Show me what you're doing up close."

　Imelda begins to speak calmly by sucking chopsticks soaked in the taste of the Mapo eggplant.

"They say that art is not something to be taught, but something to see and steal."Wow. Even if Mr. Becko doesn't bother to tell you, you can let him steal it. It depends on her ability to improve.Well, it's not the teacher's fault."

　You're right, but don't suck your chopsticks.

"Well... but,"
"Master! Put up your wife's face and treat her as an adult here!"
"What!"

　Imelda stands up when she is called madam.
　My shoulders are lifted up, and I'm angry.

"Who is this man's wife!? Excuse me! I don't have as much interest in Becko as I had in her little finger!"
"It's very small, isn't it, that Sasakure?"
"Of course! I'd rather marry a child lunch than marry Mr. Becko!"
"With food!"
"Please call it Imelda Children's Lunch!"
"Is it your family name, 'Children's Lunch!'"

　A fool and a fool are acting foolishly.
　If you guys get married by mistake... you'll end up in a noisy family, won't it?
　It seems fun to watch from the next ward, but it seems annoying to be in the same ward.

"Well, then, I'll be your master's companion!"
"Amazing!? Mr. Yashiro, what is this prince talking about!"
"You fell in love with your talent, right?"
"Your face is so cool!"
`````` `of the Spirit,''
"Jillo, Magda, Loretta, Imelda. Stop it."

　Estella compels us to repress our urges.
　But it can't be helped.
　Mokoka must be taken to Marul's house after this. It's no use crying over spilt milk. Oh, I'm sorry, but... do your best, my self-control!

"If you will make me a disciple, I will listen to you!"
"All right, Becko," Let him be your disciple. Then Mokoka will serve Maruru, provide illustrations for information papers, and come and see his creative activities once in a while."
"Mr. Jiro, are you so selfish...!?"
"Isn't it better to show them once in a while? Also, I don't think it's bad to be liked by beautiful girls."
"No. Actually, I've been making it a rule to consider girls under the G-cup these days.
"Becco... why don't we talk outside?"
"I'm the most beautiful woman in BU, and I can't believe I'm out of range..."
"You're so impertinent, though you are..."
"...Becco. I'll take the game."

　Becko made enemies of A cup Estella, E cup Natalia, C cup Loretta, and undeveloped Magda all at once.
　Only Imelda, who recently upgraded her class from F to G, was relaxed, saying, "Oh my God, the jealousy of the little ones is ugly."

"By the way, how many cups is Mr. Mokoka!"
"Becco... as a lord, I'll stab you."
"That's right, Becko, isn't it rude?" It's obviously a B-cup."
"You're rude, too, Jiro!?" And I guess you're right!"

　I swear. It's definitely a B-cup!

"All right, sir... I'll give up my apprenticeship... so!"

　Mokoka stands up and makes the best of his B-cup chest, creating a valley where possible, and bowing to Becko.

"Please be an apprentice to my apprenticeship!"

　...you're not going to give up after all, are you? no matter how far you go

"Becko..."
"Well, I've never done such a thing before, so I can't hide my confusion..."

　Becko loosens her mouth after scratching her hair ragged hair.

"I understand that there are many things that are not good enough, but I ask you to take care of me in moderation."

　Artists are people who fall in love with technology.
　Well, give it up, thinking it's a tax on fame or something that adds to your talent.

"Sure! You're the master! You're such a handsome man who understands the story!"
`````` `of the Spirit,''
"So don't do that! Jillo, Magda, Loretta, Imelda."
"Mr. Becko, thank you for waiting for the Mapo eggplant." "And what happened?"

　Becko looks embarrassed by the joyful mokoka.
　Jeanette feels something fun and asks for an explanation.

　Unexpectedly, the connection is born. I told Jeanette what had just happened.