et’s Make an Educational Program (Silvan’s Debut)

10th day, 1st month, 1,547th year, Continental Calendar — Royal

Capital Parnam It was a day when the festive mood of the New Year was

beginning to settle down.

The fountain plaza in Parnam where the Jewel Voice Broadcast could be

watched was still packed with people. That new king was apparently going

to be broadcasting yet another new program, so the people had gathered to

see it. At this point, it was a familiar sight in pretty much any city where the

Jewel Voice Broadcast could be watched. The people would gather every

time a new program was planned like this; the merchants would come with

their carts, and it would turn into a festival-like atmosphere.

Dece, Juno, and their adventuring party were there in that festive

fountain plaza.

"Wow, it's as crowded as ever," Juno commented. "That's the capital for

you."

That was the opinion the baby-faced, slender, female thief let slip out as

she was overwhelmed by all the people passing by. With the protection

quest they had taken from the guild complete, the party had decided to

come see the Jewel Voice Broadcast, since they were already in the area

anyway.

The brawny brawler Augus was dragging the affable young priest Febral

around from stall to stall, so the only ones here were Juno, the hot-blooded

and handsome swordsman Dece, and the quiet, shapely mage Julia.

"These broadcast programs have already become one of the famous

sights of this country, after all," Dece told her. "The music programs are the

best, you know. The loreleis are cute, and when I consider the possibility of

not being able to hear their voices anymore, even though I'm an adventurer,

I don't feel like I want to go to other countries any— Ow!"

Dece had been rambling on about the topic, but Julia pinched his upper

arm with a smile.

Seeing that her leader just didn't understand the female heart, Juno

shrugged her shoulders with dismay. She started thinking that maybe she

should be considerate and disappear off somewhere for their sake... but then

it happened.

The broadcast seemed to have started, and the people were all looking

towards the fountain, but what was displayed there was... some sort of rolypoly creature? All the people of the kingdom were taken aback by this, but

Juno had the loudest reaction of all.

"Huh?! What's Mister Musashibo doing on there?!"

Yes. What was there to hide? The one appearing on screen was not a

snowman, or a kagami mochi, it was Little Musashibo. Little Musashibo

turned to the screen and waved his arms around.

"Hey, everyone. I'm Little Musashibo. Nice to meet you."

"""He talked?!"""

Hearing Little Musashibo's adorable, child-like voice, Juno, Dece, and

Julia all cried out in surprise at the same time. Little Musashibo, who had

never said a word no matter how much trouble they'd gotten into on a

quest, was now onscreen and talking. You couldn't blame them for their

surprise.

"That voice... it sounds like a child's, or a woman's. Was the person

inside him female all along?!" Dece cried out in shock, but Juno

immediately denied it.

"Nah, I've seen his hand once before, and he was just a normal guy, you

know?"

"But that's a girlish voice, isn't it?"

"It's a kigurumi suit, so why can't it just be a different person inside?"

Julia suggested, in a relaxed tone.

Dece and Juno gulped, seeing the logic behind the comment. ""...YYeah, of course that's it.""

They had forgotten because of how human its gestures were, but the

person in question was a kigurumi suit. It was possible the suit had just

been loaned out by the castle.

With no idea of the confusion it was causing for Juno and the others, the

Little Musashibo on the broadcast declared in a loud voice, "Okay, Together

With Big Sis is starting now."

◇ ◇ ◇

At the same time — Parnam Castle's Great Hall

Right now, Little Musashibo was dancing to an easygoing melody right

in front of our eyes. Liscia, who was standing beside me and watching this

from a spot that wouldn't appear on the broadcast, stood there with her

mouth hanging open, a blank expression on her face. There was an

awkward silence between us.

"Um... Could you maybe say something?" I asked hesitantly.

"I don't even know where to start... No, I mean, what is that even

supposed to be?"

"Little Musashibo."

"Yeah. That, I know. That's not what I meant. Why is it talking?"

"Well, because there's a person inside it, of course," I said. "Pamille

Carol is providing the voice."

"Pamille's inside that thing?!"

Yes, as a matter of fact, she was. We'd had no equipment for recording,

so we couldn't add the voice in post-processing, which meant the voice had

to come from inside Little Musashibo. I was controlling his movements, so

it wasn't too heavy for Pamille, but she had still complained it was hot and

stuffy inside there.

"You have that kigurumi suit registered as an adventurer, don't you?"

Liscia demanded. "Is it okay having it appear on the Jewel Voice

Broadcast? Wouldn't it be bad if people found out it was connected to the

royal family?"

Ohhh, yeah, if Juno and the others were watching, that might turn into a

bit of a headache.

"Well, it's a kigurumi suit, after all," I said. "'We saw this kigurumi in

town and thought it was cute, so the castle asked for a copy, and now we're

using it as a character in our program.' ...Wouldn't a story like that work?"

"Even if it does..." she muttered. "And wait, what is this program even

supposed to be about?"

"What, you ask? It's an educational program."

"Educational?"

"Oh, look, the main program's about to begin," I said, pointing.

◇ ◇ ◇

The easygoing song ended, and the new scene to be broadcast was set on

a stage.

Up on the stage there was a backdrop of trees, grass, and stumps to show

that it was a forest. In the middle of that sparse forest, Little Musashibo was

drawing something on the ground with chalk. Looking closer, it was

apparently numbers.

"Um... 1+1 is 2, 2+2 is 4... Hrm, this arithmetic stuff is hard."

Little Musashibo twisted his head around in confusion. The gesture was

very childish.

An older girl with blue hair wearing a boyish outfit including a hat and

overalls passed by. When the blue haired girl noticed Little Musashibo, she

called out to him in a cheerful voice.

"Hey, what's wrong, Little Musashibo? Why the troubled look on your

(expressionless) face?"

Little Musashibo looked up, walking over to the girl with slow, easy

footsteps. "Hello, Big Sister Juna."

At that point, the adult viewers noticed what was up. The big sister

character was the famous Prima Lorelei, Juna Doma.

Because Juna was mostly known for being so beautiful that even the

girls wanted her, they hadn't made the connection with her in this boyish

outfit. Her tone of voice was more direct, in keeping with the outfit. While

this version of Juna had lost the mature sexiness that made her seem older

than she actually was, it brought out a cuteness that was more like what

you'd expect of a girl her age.

Little Musashibo turned to "Big Sister Juna" for help. "Big Sister Juna,

arithmetic is hard and I don't know what to do about it. I look at books, but

there are just numbers and symbols, and it's not interesting at all."

There were a large number of viewers who nodded in agreement.

It had been nine days earlier that Souma had encouraged the people to

learn to read, write, and do arithmetic, but those who lived a lifestyle where

they didn't need to do calculations had apparently thought, "Okay, reading

and writing, maybe, but what good is learning to do calculations for anyone

who isn't a merchant?"

However, Juna giggled and gave a playful wink to Little Musashibo who

was voicing those viewers' opinions for them. "Oh my, don't you know that

math can be fun?"

"What? Really?" Little Musashibo asked doubtfully.

"It's true," she said with great confidence.

A fun, cheery melody began to play again from seemingly nowhere in

particular. Juna began singing along with it.

The song was "Fun Arithmetic." It was from Minna no Uta, or Songs for

Everyone, in the world Souma came from. This song, which was sung by

Seiji Tanaka, presented addition; subtraction; the fact that when you have a

group of ten it moves up to a new digit; and the fact that any number, no

matter how large, disappears when multiplied by zero; all in a comical

fashion.

Juna and Little Musashibo sang this song, dancing happily in a circle

together.

When they finished, Little Musashibo excitedly clapped his hands. "I

feel like arithmetic just got fun. If I study, will it be even more fun?"

"Of course," Juna assured him. "If you study hard, you'll be able to do

even more amazing things."

Then Juna sang a song for Little Musashibo about all the things he'd be

able to do if he studied his arithmetic. It had a fun melody and playful

lyrics, but if you were listening closely, it expressed a number of

mathematical phenomena. It was exactly the sort of song that belonged on

an educational program.

The children who were watching the broadcast innocently imitated Juna

and Little Musashibo, singing the lyrics to themselves and dancing. The

adults, on the other hand, considered the meaning of the lyrics, nodding

along with interest as they figured it out.

In among them there was just one person, Juno, who was thinking about

something entirely different.

Did he just lend them his kigurumi suit? No... That can't be it. Juno was

closely scrutinizing Little Musashibo's movements. The way he moves, it's

just like Mr. Little Musashibo. But the voice I heard was a cute girl's voice.

The hand I saw that time was a man's hand. There's a different person

inside, but he's moving the same... What does it mean?

As she pondered deeply, something occurred to Juno.

Now that I think about it, wasn't there that one time I saw Mr. Little

Musashibo delivering a letter to the guild? After the receptionist saw it, she

told us there was a banquet being held at the castle. In other words, that

letter was from the castle. This broadcast is put together by the castle, too,

from what I hear. Maybe Mr. Little Musashibo is connected to the castle

somehow?

Juno stared hard in the direction of Parnam Castle which was where the

broadcast was coming from.

...I'm curious. I want to look into it, but... I can't exactly go sneaking

into the castle. If they caught me, I'm sure I'd be punished. Hmm, isn't there

any way I can look into it?

While Juno was thinking about all of this, the program continued. When

Little Musashibo and Juna's short theater segment came to an end, the

broadcast video moved to another place.

This time it wasn't a stage but what looked like a great hall. There were

around ten three-to-five-year-old children there. Owing to their young age,

they weren't coordinated at all, and they would sit down, run around, lie

down, and generally move about freely. These were the children of the

castle's workers who had been left at the daycare center.

Souma had thought the audience for an educational program should be

made up of children, so, with the permission of their parents (though, with

the king asking them a favor, they could hardly decline...), he had arranged

for them to appear. Also, in with the children there was a young girl who

looked to be around sixteen years old.

"Hey, isn't that Princess Roroa?" one astute viewer pointed out.

That girl was indeed Roroa, the former Princess of Amidonia. Roroa

was wearing a boyish outfit like Juna's, and said in a cheerful voice, "Look,

everybooody. Your singin' big sister is gonna come out and plaaaay. One,

two, aaaand...!"

"""Big Sister Juna!""" the children called.

With Roroa giving them the signal, the children all called her name

together. When they did...

"Helloooo." Juna appeared again, waving her hands. She stood next to

Roroa and said, "Now, everyone, it's time for a song."

Then she began to clap her hands.

◇ ◇ ◇

Meanwhile, back where we were recording in the castle, Liscia was

crying out in surprise.

"Roroa?! What is that girl doing?!"

"When I told Roroa we would be making an educational program, she

said, 'Sounds fascinatin'! Darlin', I wanna be on it, too!'" I said. "She

forced me to do it. I had no other options, so I decided to let her be on the

show as Juna's assistant."

"Can you really go around deciding roles on a whim like that?" Liscia

asked skeptically.

"...I have a soft spot where crying children or the sponsors are

concerned, you know. Besides, this program is being brought to you by The

Silver Deer, which Sebastian is the public face of; but Roroa runs it behind

the scenes, after all."

Right now, our country was providing funding for multiple businesses

and for research on a variety of topics. We were heavily focused on

foodstuffs, medicine, and the military because those were things that would

have an effect on the lives of the people. Thanks to that, the national

treasury was always on the verge of collapse.

Eventually, as the population grew, the increase in taxes would make

back our money on the investment, but we couldn't count on it to happen

right away.

With that in mind, the finance minister, Colbert, kept a tight hold of the

country's purse strings, and he wasn't about to allocate funds for some new

program that had no record of success. That's why I had asked Roroa's

company to fund it. Because of that, I was now left with no choice but to

listen to Roroa, the investor, when she asked me for something.

When Liscia heard the details, she sighed. "It's always about money,

huh. It's a hard life."

"You said it."

...Though I'm sure Roroa set up her own company with this exact sort of

situation in mind.

The truth of the matter was, if Roroa hadn't invested, I wouldn't have

been able to do this broadcast. Besides, if I didn't let her have a little of

what she wanted, I was probably going to be hit with divine retribution

someday.

I looked over to the hall where Juna and Roroa were singing "Musunde

Hiraite" with the children.

The children watched Roroa's exaggerated movements and then imitated

her. When I saw them bouncing around, moving their arms and legs, it put a

smile on my face. While my heart was being warmed by their angelic

behavior, Liscia asked me a question.

"I understand why you want to make an educational program, but why

are there so many songs?"

"Don't you have songs from your childhood that have stuck with you for

a strangely long time?" I asked.

"Like lullabies?"

"Yeah, exactly. Songs and melodies get stuck in your head, and it's easy

for people to end up singing or humming them on their own. That's why it's

more memorable if you use songs in education than if you just taught the

material normally, and it'll spread farther, too."

For instance, before they taught us "Irohanihoheto" in school, I'd

already learned it from Minna no Uta's "Iroha Matsuri." Also, I feel like a

major part of the reason I could remember the ordering of the Chinese

zodiac without getting it confused was because I'd learned a song called

"Eto wa Merry-go-Round." If I still remembered those songs even now that

I was an adult, Minna no Uta really was incredible.

Liscia said, "I see..." with a grunt of admiration. "Honestly, I think this

was really well thought out."

"Hm... Well, thinking is my job, after all."

"It's not as easy as you make it sound. Thinking about the people and

coming up with policies to benefit them." Liscia was looking at me

approvingly... I averted my eyes. "Wait, why did you look away?"

"Well... If you were to ask if it's really for the people, I'd have to admit

a bit of my own self-interest came into it, too..."

"Really? How?" Liscia stared hard at me.

...Well, there's no helping it, I thought. I guess I'll fess up.

"We're holding the wedding ceremony as I formally inherit the throne,

right?" I asked.

"Y-Yes, I suppose we are."

Liscia's cheeks flushed red when I said the word wedding. It had been

just the other night, on New Year's Eve, that I had proposed to Liscia and

she had accepted, and it was still a little embarrassing to think about it. It

was adorable when she did that, but... let's move the story along.

"So, at the wedding, I want to reveal all of my queens, with no

discrimination between who's a primary and who's a secondary."

Because secondary queens, whose children would lack the right of

succession, had originally been the kings' concubines, they were seen as

lower than the primary queens. As a result, even now that they were treated

as queens, there were many cases where they would not be given a big

wedding ceremony in front of the people. There had even been cases when

secondary queens had felt inferior to the primaries, and so had declined to

attend on that basis. They must have feared it would be a seed of later

troubles.

I wanted to change that custom.

"Roroa said she was fine with being a secondary queen, but since we are

going to be ruling over the Amidonia Region, I want to make her my third

primary queen," I said. "That would make Juna the only one who can't

participate in the ceremony, right? I was thinking, if possible, I'd like

everyone to be there together."

"You're right. I think that would be for the best." Liscia nodded and

agreed without hesitation. "Aisha and Juna were with us during the hard

times, and we got through them together. They feel like war buddies to me.

Oh, I don't mean to leave Roroa out. I think she can be a nuisance

sometimes, but the way she'll play around with me like a little sister is cute.

It's just that Aisha and Juna are special. It doesn't matter who's a primary

and who's a secondary; I don't want anyone to feel neglected."

"I see... I'm relieved."

It was a good thing the first primary queen, Liscia, was so tolerant.

Liscia and the others got along well, so I hadn't been worried, but... even

so, it was a relief to hear Liscia herself say all of that. Honestly, these

wonderful girls were all better than I deserved.

Liscia tilted her head to the side. "But does that have anything to do with

this broadcast?"

"Yeah," I said. "For now, my betrothal to Juna is secret, but that's going

to become untenable as the ceremony gets closer, right?"

"Well, of course. The wedding will be broadcast nationwide."

"Yep. So, there needs to be an announcement made at some point... I

was thinking, when that happens, between the lorelei Juna and the Juna who

sings songs with children, which would the people be less upset about... you

know..."

Liscia narrowed her eyes and gave me a hard look. "Don't tell me you

planned this program just for that. Did you?"

"Oh, no. The plan itself was meant from the beginning to help educate

the people," I said, trying not to make eye contact. "It's just, well... I let my

own selfish interests get involved a bit, too, you could say..."

Liscia let out a sigh. "You're hopeless. Do you really have to worry that

much about how the people see you?"

"No, no, it's a pretty critical issue, you know?!"

After all, Juna had become such a national idol that we had gotten

petitions from the Congress of the People saying, "Have her on the Jewel

Voice Broadcast more often." If I just announced our engagement the way

things were, there seriously might be riots. That was why, in order to keep

them under control, I was planning to gradually shift Juna from idol work to

children's songs.

When I told Juna that, as much as it pained me to do it, she said, "If I

can sing at your side, sire, I don't care what position it is in," and smiled for

me.

Judging by the fact she had then immediately recommended a new

lorelei, Komari Corda, who could carry on her current style, Juna was

enthusiastic about the idea.

And, as we were discussing that, the part where they sang with the

children had come to an end.

"All right, everyone, well done," Juna said.

"And did all of ya out there watchin' us manage to sing along, too?"

Roroa asked.

Juna and Roroa were closing out the segment.

"What's scheduled after this?" Liscia asked quietly.

"Next up is exercise time. It's a program to get everyone's bodies

moving."

"Exercise? Since so far you've only been using family members... Is

Aisha doing it?"

"No. I've brought on a proper expert for the exercise segment."

"An expert?" Liscia was tilting her head to the side in confusion.

Roroa in the hall took the lead again. "Okay, it's time for exercisin'.

We're all gonna call the exercise guy together. One, two, aaaand...!"

"""Exercise guuuuuy!""" the children all shouted together at Roroa's

prompting.

"Hahhhh!" A man jumped down from the balcony on the second floor.

The man landed stylishly in front of the children, flashed his bright white

teeth, then turned towards the screen and gave the viewers a thumbs-up.

The young human man was tall, standing at around 185 centimeters. He

had a muscular physique that was apparent even with all of his clothes on.

His face, taken as a whole, would have been considered handsome, but his

thick, upturned eyebrows, his sharp eyes, and his shining white teeth... Each

of the individual parts had a lot of "character."

The young man put a hand on his hip, then turned to the children and

said, "Sorry for the wait, children! Now, move your bodies with me!"

He was a young man who spoke passionate words with a passionate

smile.

Liscia watched the young man, her mouth agape, and whispered,

"...Who is that?"

◇ ◇ ◇

Earlier, in the middle of the 12th month, 1,546th year, Continental

Calendar.

On that especially cold day...

"We've changed the way we produce grain in our territory. It's greatly

increased our food self-sufficiency rate," the man told me. "Thanks to your

transportation network, sire, my domain is more prosperous than ever."

"Oh, ho," I said. "I see..."

I was standing next to a burly, middle-aged man and smiling along as he

rambled on endlessly. The man's name was Moltov Juniro. He was the head

of one of the ten most influential noble houses in the country, the House of

Juniro. Today I had been invited to a banquet they were hosting.

These days, I was being invited to a banquet held by some influential

noble or other nearly every day. It seemed that in this country, in the middle

and towards the end of the twelfth month, the nobles would invite guests

they were close to and hold a banquet. There they would thank them for

their interactions throughout the year, and express their hope to remain just

as close in the next one.

Well, basically, it was an end-of-year party.

In addition, it seemed that the number and level of the guests they could

attract was used as a barometer of the noble's power and influence. That

was why, at this time of year, the nobles invited as many people as they

could, especially those of high stature.

Now, if you asked who the person of highest stature in this country was,

that would have to be me, the guy who was currently holding on to the

throne. Naturally, even if they wanted to, no ordinary noble could invite the

king without having any special ties to him. I wasn't overly fond of these

banquets myself, after all. Normally, even if I received an invitation, I

turned it down because I was busy.

So if I still had to attend someone's banquet, that meant they were no

ordinary noble. While they might not be on the level of Excel, there were

still powerful nobles in this country. It was difficult to turn down invitations

from those sorts of people. It's a superior's duty to socialize with those who

serve under them.

Because I'd turned down so many of them, Hakuya had told me,

"Please, at least attend the year end banquets." Because of that, for the past

few days in a row, I had been forced to attend the powerful nobles'

banquets.

While getting even more dressed up than usual for the banquet (It was a

very noble-y outfit. Even my sleeves had frills.), I would groan, "Ugh, what

a pain," or, "I don't wanna go," or, "This is such a hassle," and Liscia, who

was helping me get changed, would reproach me for it.

"This is your duty as king," she would say. "As your fiancées, we'll be

there, too, so shape up, would you?"

Like she'd said, Liscia and my other partners were in attendance, too.

Even so, they didn't have it as bad as I did. My fiancées, Juna excluded,

were taking turns and each accompanying me one at a time. I, on the other

hand, was being forced to attend every single time.

"As you can see, my domain is in excellent shape..." Moltov was

droning.

"..."

If you asked what I didn't like about banquets, it was having to play

along with my host's "hospitality" which consisted of them going on at

length about this or that. Even if the food looked luxurious, I didn't have

any time for eating or drinking. What was more, the nobles all tended to

talk about the same things.

First was boasting about how they managed their domain. That was no

doubt largely because I had added the management of their domains into

their performance evaluations. Most nobles tried to show there were no

issues in their governance, and the more capable ones took the chance to

express exactly how wonderful their managerial skills were.

The evaluations were done by inspectors dispatched for that express

purpose, and they would get proper input from the people living in the

domain. That made trying to convince me at a banquet all but meaningless,

but it was human nature to want to take every chance they could get. If they

thought the king was keeping a close eye on them, and it led to an

improvement in their people's lives, that was a good thing. Still, I got sick

of having to hear similar accounts at every banquet.

"Sire, allow me to go get a drink for you," Aisha, my partner for the day,

offered in a small voice. The silver dress she'd also worn for the music

program she'd helped me host in Amidonia looked good on her now. She

must have sensed my exhaustion and was trying to be considerate.

I had just been feeling a bit parched, so I asked her to please do so, and

Aisha silently left.

The moment Aisha departed, there was a sudden change in the talkative

Moltov's demeanor.

"...By the way, sire."

His eyes were sharp, like a snake that had found its prey.

In that instant, I realized I had just screwed up. I'd been through this

pattern a number of times already. When the king's partner left his side,

they saw that as their moment of opportunity.

"Would you mind if we talked somewhere else for a little while?"

"...Aisha isn't back yet, you realize," I said.

"It won't take long. I'm sure the two of you will be able to meet back up

in no time."

Having said that, Moltov took my hand and half-dragged me away from

there.

Yeah... This was definitely that pattern.

I don't like this... Moltov may think this is his big chance, but I feel like

I'm on pins and needles here...

While I was thinking that, as I had anticipated, there was a single young

lady waiting for me when we arrived at our destination. She was

somewhere around sixteen years old. She was clearly a lovely young lady

of good upbringing.

"Allow me to introduce you, sire. This is my daughter, Siena."

"Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Siena Juniro," she said, curtsying.

...I knew it. They saw this as their opportunity to introduce me to young

ladies they were related to.

In every era, blood ties to the royal house had been a source of pride for

the nobility. If she became my queen, their house would be secure, and she

might even give birth to an heir. On top of that, because my betrothal to

Juna hadn't been announced yet, as far as they were concerned, I only had

three fiancées. That number was, with the exception of special cases like

my predecessor, King Albert (he'd married into the queen's family),

considered low. Because of that, every noble was desperate to sell me on

their daughters.

In the mere half year since I had been entrusted with the throne, I had

annexed Amidionia and had a lot of other big, showy achievements, so

people had big hopes for me. There were always a large number of marriage

offers coming in to the castle, and my chamberlain, Marx, was always busy

dealing with them.

"It pains me to always refuse them, so could you at least meet some of

them?" Marx had asked me with pleading eyes, but it'd sounded like a pain,

so I had taken a pass on that.

Even so, I still ended up having to deal with nobles who approached me

like this, intent on not missing their chance.

Of course, the nobles weren't brazen enough to bring these sort of talks

up when one of my fiancées was right there, but whether it was Liscia or

Roroa or Aisha, they were always guaranteed to create an opening to do it.

My opinion of the nobles' skill in that went right past exasperation and

entered into the realm of admiration instead.

Not having much other choice, I greeted the girl. "It's nice to meet you,

Madam Siena. I am Souma Kazuya."

"I have heard your great name before, sire," she said. "I had heard you

were a great sovereign, blessed with both bravery and wisdom, but I am

relieved to see, meeting you like this, that you also seem like a kind

person."

"The rumors about me haven't just been exaggerated, they've sprouted

limbs and taken on a life of their own."

"My, you make them sound adorable." Siena wore a quiet smile. She

seemed like a simple girl. These types were always the hardest to deal with.

It was easy to brush off someone who was blatantly just trying to marry

into money and status, but I couldn't be so cruel to a pure, innocent girl. I

mean, it was hard to tell if she was even aware this was an attempt at

matchmaking. Well, regardless of how she herself felt about it, her father

was definitely trying to marry her into money and status.

Moltov took me a short distance from Siena and spoke. "What do you

think of my Siena?"

"...She seems like a very pure and simple young lady," I said. "Very

cute."

"Oh, I see! If she pleases you, would you consider taking her as your

wife?"

"No, I already have three (four, actually) fiancées..."

"Whatever are you saying? You're still young, sire. You should increase

the number of wives you have. For the royal house's sake. If you're

reluctant out of a sense of duty to Princess Liscia, then I wouldn't mind her

being a secondary queen..."

Talking as fast as a machine gun, Moltov tried to push things along. Just

when I was thinking, Ugh, seriously, what a pain. Aisha, can you hurry up

and get back already? it happened.

"Hahh, ha, ha, ha! Hahh, ha, ha, ha!"

That passionate laughter suddenly echoed through the hall.

"Ivan?! That idiot!" Moltov, who only a moment before had the face of a

pleasant old man offering his daughter to me, now had a sour look on his

face as he glared up through the open ceiling at the second floor of the

banquet hall.

I followed his gaze to find someone standing on the balcony's railing.

He was a man in his mid-twenties, tall and muscular. With his thick

eyebrows, sharp eyes, and shining white teeth, he had a strangely distinctive

face. He was a passionate young man, one who would not soon leave the

memories of anyone who saw him.

...No, seriously, who was this guy?

The man shouted and leapt down from the balcony. The moment he

did...

Ba-bam!

There was a big explosion right behind the young man. The flames rose

up, and there was a roaring blast that shook my stomach. For a moment, I

thought he was a terrorist and was about to panic, but for some reason, the

other guests around him just looked at the young man with wry smiles.

Huh? What? What am I supposed to make of this?

"Your Majesty!" Aisha finally found me and rushed to my side. "Sire,

this could be an attack! Please, stay behind me!"

"...No, there's something weird about it."

"Huh? What do you mean, 'something weird'?"

I looked around, but no one seemed all that flustered. The majority of

them were just looking at the young man with wry or mocking smiles. On

closer inspection, despite how much fire there had been, the area where the

blast had gone off behind the young man wasn't even mildly scorched.

"Oh my, silly brother."

When I turned back, Siena was looking on with a troubled look.

"'Brother'?" I repeated.

"Yes, sire. That would be my elder brother, Ivan Juniro."

"Um... It looked like there was an explosion to me," I said.

"That is my brother's ability. It makes for a gaudy display of fire and

noise, but it is something like an illusion. There is no real force behind it.

Hee hee. Isn't he cool?"

"Er... Uh, sure..."

If she was able to write that off as just "cool"... in some ways, this girl

might be pretty impressive.

I see, I thought. The people invited here were those who had regular

dealings with the House of Juniro. Naturally, they must be aware of the

family's strange son. That was why, even when there had been an

explosion, they had only reacted with wry smiles.

Moltov shouted in anger. "Ivan! How can you act so rude in front of His

Majesty?!"

"Shut your face, old man!" Ivan struck a pose, and this time there was a

flash of lightning behind him. "You greedy old man, trying to take

advantage of Siena's innocence to push her into a marriage! Even if the

heavens allow it, I, her brother, shall not!"

When he declared that, there was a fire in Ivan's eyes. Literally; fire was

shooting out of his eyes.

...I dunno what to say. I was starting to have a bit of fun. Moltov, on the

other hand, was furious.

"To marry the king is the greatest honor a woman born into a noble

house can hope to achieve for herself! What's wrong with a father wanting

his daughter to find happiness?!"

"Siena can decide her own happiness! It's not something for you to

decide for her!" Ivan shouted.

"Shut up! You're all show, just like your ability!"

"You have the same ability, old man! It's in our blood!"

Their eyes met and sparks flew. Dark clouds formed between them and

lightning struck right in the middle. I'm not speaking in metaphor; these

things actually happened. And yet, there was no damage done. It was

entertaining to watch, as long as you weren't involved.

I turned to Siena and asked her, "Hey, uh... Shouldn't we stop them?"

"They do this all the time," she replied with a grin.

"Oh, okay then..."

Even during our little exchange, the two of them kept heating up.

"Today is the day I finally beat some sense into you!" Moltov shouted.

"That's my line! Bring it, old man!"

"Chowahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As the two approached each other, a bunch of arms and legs appeared

between them, punching and kicking and blocking. It was like someone had

made a live-action adaptation of Dra**on Ball, and that got me pretty

excited. For a while, I watched them enthusiastically, thinking, Yeah, give

me more! But then...

"Nearly all of those limbs are illusions," Aisha said. "It's just their real

bodies in the middle, beating the crap out of each other."

I went silent. When Aisha, who had seen through it with the kinetic

vision of a warrior, told me that, it kind of killed the fun.

Five minutes later, Moltov and Ivan collapsed, both of them falling faceup on their backs at nearly the same time.

"Urgh... Not bad, old man."

"Hmph. I'm not so far over the hill that I'd let you beat me just yet."

Okay, it was showy and all, but all they had been doing was whaling on

each other, so if they were going to pull that "rivals who've communicated

through their fists" routine on me, I wasn't sure how to react... Well, not

like it mattered.

Anyway, I walked over to Moltov, who was collapsed on the ground.

"Moltov."

"Wh-Why, sire! We've made a miserable display of ourselves! I beg

your forgiveness!" Moltov hurriedly got up and apologized humbly, but I

waved a hand and told him not to worry about it.

"I didn't mind. It made for an entertaining sideshow. On that note,

there's something I'd like to talk to you about..."

"Wh-Whatever might that be?"

"Forget Siena. Would you be willing to give Ivan there to me for the

good of the country?"

""...Come again?"" Moltov and Ivan both blinked in surprise at my

request.

◇ ◇ ◇

"...And, well, that's how I hired our exercise guy, Ivan Juniro," I

finished.

"You've picked up another weirdo, I see..." Liscia looked at me with

exasperation.

Yep, that was her usual response.

Out in the hall, Ivan Juniro the exercise guy gave the children a thumbsup, flashing his pearly white teeth as he said, "A healthy mind resides in a

healthy body. Come, children! Train with me, so you grow up strong, kind,

and hardy!"

Though Ivan said that, the children had conflicting responses. There

were kids who were all gung-ho about it; kids who were intimidated by his

excessive passion and driven to tears; kids who got scared and clung to

Juna... and, overwhelmingly the most common response, there were kids

whose little brains couldn't process the man who had just appeared in front

of them and stood there staring blankly at him.

When she saw the state of affairs in the hall, Liscia asked me, worriedly,

"Hold on, Souma, is that going to be okay?"

"Umm... He's a bit stiff, I guess? Maybe Ivan's feeling tense?"

"This is supposed to be exercise time, right?" Liscia asked. "They can't

do it like that, can they?"

True enough, it wasn't looking like the kids would exercise for us.

In the exercise part of the educational kids shows I was basing this on,

there were kids who would run and roll around, attack the exercise guy, and

generally do whatever they wanted. But, "I think it'll be fine," I said at last.

"There's a trick to it, after all."

"A trick?"

"Heheheh... Hahaha... Bwahahaha!"

In a woman's voice, a three-stage laugh echoed through the hall.

"Who's there?!" Ivan looked around.

When he did, the children shouted, "There!" "Up there!" and pointed

upwards. There was someone standing on the second floor where Ivan had

been earlier.

"Make the children strong, kind, and hardy, you say?" the woman called.

"How risible! We, the Black Group who are bent on world domination, will

never allow it!"

Those lines that reeked of expository dialogue were spoken by a woman

wearing a mask that covered the top half of her face, a swimsuit-like outfit

with a cape that was open in the center to expose her cleavage, and end-ofthe-century style spiked shoulder pads. She had two horns sprouting from

her temples, dragon-like wings on her back, and a whip-like tail growing

out of her backside.

Ivan turned to the woman and shouted, "Just who are you?!"

"I am the evil female commander of the Black Group, Miss Dran," the

woman announced.

Liscia, who was watching at my side, stared blankly for a moment, but

she soon came to her senses, turned to me, and asked, "That's... Carla,

right?"

"No. She's the evil female commander, Miss Dran."

"Huh...?"

"That's the evil female commander, Miss Dran, got it?" I said.

"Oh, okay then... Yeah, you know I'm not just going to accept it like

that!"

Even as Liscia throttled me, the story was moving along out in the hall.

Miss Dran spread her wings to intimidate Ivan. "If you make the

children get stronger, it could get in the way of the Black Group's plan to

conquer the world. I will detain you before that happens, Ivan Juniro!"

With the highly revealing outfit, she was probably so embarrassed that

desperation had taken over. There was a real, heated passion in Miss Dran's

performance.

Every time Miss Dran did one of her over-the-top actions, certain parts

of her would jiggle. The video quality of the Jewel Voice Broadcast wasn't

all that good, so I didn't think the viewers would notice, but... honestly, I

wasn't sure where to look. I mean, Liscia was right there, glaring at me.

"Don't you think Miss Dran's costume is a little too risque?" she

demanded.

"Serina had full control over the design," I defended. "I should mention,

I did tell her to restrain herself because this is supposed to be a kids' show,

but... because I had asked her to help with producing the costume, it was

hard to reject it."

"I knew it..." Liscia sighed. "If anything, wouldn't Serina herself have

made a better evil female commander?"

"Could you say that to her face?"

"Not a chance!"

"I know, right?"

While we were talking about that, Ivan thrust a finger in Miss Dran's

general direction. "World domination?! I will never let you get away with

it!"

"Hmph, you're spirited, but what can you really do? Have at him, my

minions!"

When Miss Dran gave the order, a gaggle of men dressed all in black

appeared and surrounded Ivan. The key point was to have them keep a

slight distance from the children, so as not to make it seem too dangerous.

Ivan fell into a fighting stance, shouting, "Bring it on!"

With that as their cue, the men in black took turns attacking Ivan. Ivan

fought them all one-on-one.

Biff, bash, bam!

There was an exaggerated sound effect every time he hit one of the

minions. When hit, the minions would flip through the air, or spin to the

ground and collapse. It looked impressive, but the sounds came from Ivan's

ability, and them being blown away was all an act, so there was no damage

being done.

Incidentally, the children were split half-and-half into those who were

scared, and those whose eyes were shining with excitement as they watched

Ivan fight. The sounds were pretty loud, after all. There was something to

be said for not making the effects too showy.

The children who were frightened naturally huddled with Juna and

Roroa, who told them, "Don't worry, It's going to be okay," and, "That

guy's gonna beat 'em up, so ya don't have to worry," in order to calm them

down.

Eventually, Ivan finished defeating all of the minions.

However, Miss Dran kept her self-assured smile. "Heh heh heh. You're

not bad, Ivan Juniro. Well, what will you do about this, then? Come forth,

paper box monster, Danbox!"

"Danbooooox! ...That's me." With those words, a monster that looked

like a person made out of cardboard boxes appeared.

While it had slanted eyes made out of paper on its face... on the whole, it

looked kind of lame. Its silhouette totally made it look like it was

constructed out of Le** blocks, and there was a scratching sound every

time its joints moved.

Liscia looked coldly at Danbox. "Isn't that monster a little low quality

compared to the rest?"

"We had passion," I said. "What we lacked was time and budget."

"It really is a harsh world, huh..."

I couldn't make a full-sized kigurumi suit by myself. If I was going to

order it from somewhere, that would take time. That was why, this time, I

had ended up okaying that totally slapdash monster. It was a reminder of

how hard things must have been for the people who made the enemy

monsters in the early tokusatsu shows.

Still, while it might have looked kind of bland, Danbox was strong.

When it attacked Ivan, it lifted the 180 centimeter tall, 90 kilogram man as

easily as a surfer picking up a surfboard. Then, like a wrestler showing off

their strength, Danbox spun in place, maintaining its pose as it did.

That ridiculous strength that defied its appearance dumbfounded Liscia.

"That's some incredible monster strength. Oh! Could it be, the person inside

is..."

"Yep. It's Aisha."

"What're you making your future second primary queen do...?" she

groaned.

"It's a bit late to say that when Juna and Roroa are both already in the

program. You want in, too, Liscia? If you act now, the role of Ivan's

sidekick is still open."

"Not. A. Chance."

At that point, Ivan began to struggle. "Darn you, let me go!"

"I am Danboooox."

"Gwah!"

Perhaps Ivan's words had gotten through to the monster, because

Danbox nodded and threw him hard towards a wall that had been prepared

for just that purpose. When he slammed into it, Ivan punched through the

wall.

By the way, it was made of light materials to make it easy for him to go

through, so he was only a little hurt. However, Ivan acted as if he were

grievously injured, groaning in pain.

"Urgh, what a powerful monster..."

"Daaaan, bo, bo, box! That's me." Danbox laughed (?) triumphantly.

Ivan pulled himself out of the wall, stumbling, then turned to face the

children and shouted. "If this keep up, we're going to lose. All of you good

children, lend me your power!"

Roroa and Juna explained to the kids what he meant.

"All right, everyone," Roroa said. "Go and spin the glowin' sticks we

gave ya. Shout, 'You can do it!'"

"Let's all send Big Brother Ivan our power," Juna told them. "One,

two..."

"""You can do it!"""

At those two's prompting, the children started using the glowing sticks

that were about the size of a piece of chalk to draw circles.

We'd handed out those sticks before the program started. They glowed

faintly because lightmoss, which was used in the city's streetlights because

it absorbed light and then released it in the darkness, had been kneaded into

them.

Ivan continued to act like he was in pain as he turned to the children and

shouted, "It's not enough! Not yet! Do it louder, I'm counting on you!"

It always gets kids fired up when an adult says they're counting on

them.

This time, when they cheered him on, they were louder and more serious

than the last. """You can do iiiiit!"""

"More! Even louder!"

"""You can do iiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"""

The children shouted until their throats were almost raw, and in the next

moment...

"All right! I've definitely received the kids' energy!"

Ivan's body was enveloped in a flash of light. Then, Ivan's voice echoed

from inside the light.

"Transform!"

When it did, a set of metallic armor, bracers, and a modified sallet helm

with a full-face visor came flying from out of nowhere. Ivan stood still with

his arms and legs spread wide as the pieces "automatically" put themselves

on him. That cool transformation scene made the children cheer.

Meanwhile, at that time, I was behind the stage using my Living

Poltergeists ability to manipulate the metallic equipment. Yes, I controlled

Ivan's equipment with my ability to make it look like he was automatically

being equipped with it. Because, at this range, I could do that even if they

weren't dolls.

Liscia was watching me with the who-knows-how-many-th look of

exasperation I had seen from her today. "That's a horrible waste of your

ability."

"Hey, a trick is a trick, even if it's just a party trick," I said. "Now, time

to get going."

"Hey, wait, Souma?!"

Once I had confirmed that Ivan's gear was fully equipped, I moved next

to the Jewel Voice Broadcast's jewel, making sure I didn't appear on the

broadcast as I did. Meanwhile, in the hall, the flash of light subsided, and

the hero dressed in metallic equipment appeared. Ivan struck the

transformation complete pose, and shouted.

"Charge! Silvan!"

Once he had given his name, I spoke into the jewel so that only my

voice would appear in the broadcast. "Allow me to explain. When Ivan

Juniro the Exercise Guy receives energy from children, he transforms into

the metallic hero Silvan." I clenched my fist as I explained with gusto.

It was a genre standard to have narration explain after the hero's

transformation. I wasn't going to do the thing where they go back and look

at the transformation process scene again, though.

With my role finished, I went back to Liscia's side. She looked horribly

exhausted.

"I don't know, it's starting to feel stupid to say anything..."

"Tokusatsu is very much a 'Don't think, feel,' sort of thing," I explained.

"If you don't think about it too deeply, just go with the flow, there's nothing

more fun to watch."

"...I'll do that."

Now then, turning the story back to the hall, the transformed Silvan was

strong.

Danbox had been toying with him earlier, but now he showered the

monster with a flurry of punches and kicks, keeping it on the defensive the

whole time.

Strong. You're strong, Silvan, everyone had to be thinking. The children

were all worked up, too.

"Da, dan... box..." Eventually, Danbox stumbled and took a knee.

Now was his chance!

"Eat this, Danbox! Ultimate Thunderclap Kick!"

When Silvan unleashed a flying kick, lightning raced along the tip of his

foot. That lightning-infused kick stabbed into Danbox.

I know I keep saying this, but the lightning was a product of his ability.

It was, in effect, just a flying kick, so it didn't hurt Aisha, the person inside

Danbox, at all.

However, Danbox stumbled backwards a few steps.

Leaving behind a cry of, "Da... Danboooooooox! That's me!" it

exploded scattering parts in all directions.

Of course, all that really happened was that it hid while Ivan's ability

generated the explosion effect.

With Danbox defeated, Miss Dran, the evil female commander who

hadn't had much to do while she was watching the two of them fight,

stamped her feet in indignation as if she had just remembered what she was

supposed to be doing.

"Curse you, Silvan! I'll let you off lightly this time! When I come back,

you'd better be ready!"

With those parting words, she turned and ran off the set to a spot where

the viewers couldn't see her.

Once he had watched her go, Silvan took off just his full-face helmet

and thrust his fist out in the direction Miss Dran had gone. "You and your

evil organization who are plotting to take over the world, the Black Group!

If you're going to come, then come! I will crush your ambitions time and

again!"

Ivan declared his resolve and then turned back to the children. Then,

with a smile that seemed a little suffocatingly passionate, he shouted,

"Okay, everyone! Let's train with Silvan Energy Exercises so we won't lose

to the bad guys! Stand a little ways away from each other so you don't

bump into your friends!"

Moments later, a cheerful tune started to play in the hall, and Juna and

Roroa came in at just the right moment to split the children up. Then Juna

began singing along with the music.

If you want to grow up strong, do your Silvan Energy Exercises. ♪

"Now, let's start by exercising our upper bodies," Silvan called.

"Everyone imitate a shoujou!"

Eek, eek, eek, ook. Eek, eek, eek, ook.

We are shoujous. Eek, eek, eek, ook.

When Ivan moved in time with the music, the children imitated him.

This exercise routine involved imitating the various animals of this

world while Juna sang comical lyrics. Their lyrics were aimed at children,

but the exercises themselves were based on the radio calisthenics that most

Japanese people would be familiar with (the shoujou imitation was a lateral

bending exercise), so they should be a logical workout.

"You do a lot of ridiculous stuff... But this takes the cake," Liscia

suddenly muttered as she watched the exercises. "This is an educational

program, right? What's the meaning behind the short drama earlier and this

exercise?"

Not long ago, I bet she would have asked, "Is there some meaning in

it?" instead. But now, Liscia had asked, "What is the meaning?" It was a

only a few words' difference, but there was a subtle difference of nuance.

In the first, there was an assumption that there was probably no meaning

to it. In the latter, there was a confidence that there must be some meaning

and that she wanted to know what it was. I could feel her trust in that subtle

change, and that made me a little happier.

"Of course there's a meaning," I said. "If we draw in their attention with

the short drama, more people will watch. The exercises are good for the

children's health and development. I'm actively trying to spread them. But,

more than anything, what I want to spread is the word 'hero.'"

"The word 'hero'?"

That was just when, out in the hall, the interlude part of Silvan's Energy

Exercises began.

Ivan turned to the kids and spoke to them. "You're all doing great! Now

then, there's something I wanted to tell you. To become a truly strong

person, you need more than just power. If you forget to be kind, too, then

you're just a brute!"

Then he turned towards the Jewel Voice Broadcast jewel, which is to say

towards the viewers, and spoke.

"The truth is, I'd like to be friends with the Black Group, too. If we

could talk things over, we might not need to resort to our fists. That's why,

no matter who you're up against, never give up on trying to understand

them. What do you do if they're still unreasonable and violent, you ask?

That's right! To make sure you can protect those close to you, do your

Silvan Energy Exercises!"

The interlude ended at the perfect time, and Ivan began exercising along

with the song again.

When she heard Ivan's words, after closing her eyes for a moment,

Liscia said, "'Being strong isn't enough. Don't forget to be kind, too. Never

give up on understanding one another'... This is what you wanted to get

across."

She whispered the words again, as if reflecting upon them.

I nodded silently. "When you're little, the words adults say to you have a

strange way of sticking with you, right? Especially if they're coming from a

hero, those words will remain in some corner of your heart even when you

grow up. As a bonus, when we say these things to the children, we can

count on their caretakers hearing them, too."

Then I dropped the lighthearted, joking attitude and adopted a more

serious tone.

"There's a lull right now, but eventually every country will have to face

the Demon Lord's Domain. These words are something I'm laying down

now to prevent that from turning into an utter quagmire that won't end until

one side or the other is exterminated. Between Tomoe's ability and the

information we've exchanged with the Empire, we've learned that we can't

lump everyone in the Demon Lord's Domain together. If possible, before

there's any fighting, I'd like to hold talks with those that seem amenable to

them, like the kobolds who spared the mystic wolves."

"Right..."

"I feel like, when that time comes, the number of adults in this country

who are strong, kind, and willing to not give up on understanding the other

side will decide this country's fate," I said. "If most of them can only think,

'Exterminate the demons,' we're headed straight for total war. The more

people there are who think, 'There must be demons who can understand

us,' the more of other paths we'll be able to see."

When I said that, Liscia laughed a little, then poked me in the shoulder.

"I'm satisfied with the explanation, but... isn't this all a bit idealistic for

you?"

"It's a kids' show, okay? I want the kids to have ideals. Wouldn't you? I

mean, when kids are strangely realistic about things, that's just unbearable

to see."

"...I suppose you're right."

"Besides, it's an adult's job to look at reality so that the children can

continue to talk about ideals."

It was the job of a king, too. While searching for a brighter future, I had

to prepare for the possibility that a dark future might come, too. In order to

remain kind, strength was an absolute necessity. I needed to raise the

strength of the nation, expand our arsenal, and set things up so that we

could endure a total war if it came to that. To create a nation that was like a

great tree with its roots firmly in the ground, one that wouldn't shake even

when the storm came.

While I was thinking about that, it looked like the exercises had

finished. Ivan said, "Well done!" and patted a nearby kid on the head. The

host, Juna, took over from there.

"How did you like the program we just brought to you, Singing With Big

Sis? This time, we are shooting inside the castle, but we're thinking about

doing live broadcasts from theaters around the country in future, too. When

we do, we'll be looking for children to sing and exercise with us, so all you

mommies and daddies out there, bring your kids to come play with us!

Now, until next time, everyone together now..."

When Juna gave the signal, the children, Roroa, Ivan, and Little

Musashibo, who'd subtly snuck back in for the ending, all faced the camera

and waved.

"""Bye, bye!"""

With everyone's voices, this world's first educational broadcast came to

a close.

"It's so hot... Just let me die..." Pamille moaned.

"Good work out there, Pamille," Juna told her.

Pamille, who had been inside Little Musashibo, was now groggy from

the heat. The kigurumi suit must have been pretty hot inside. Juna was there

fanning her.

Next to Pamille was Carla, holding her knees and sobbing in the fetal

position.

"Having to be broadcast in that getup... I'm so embarrassed I could die."

It seemed that having that super skimpy Miss Dran outfit broadcast had

left her in a state of shock.

...Yeah, I could kind of sympathize. Serina could be such a complete and

total sadist.

"Whose fault was this?" she burst out. "Yours, master?"

"You're turning on me?! That costume was Serina's decision, okay?!"

"Ahahaha..." she laughed in a strange voice. "Well, you know, they say a

superior is responsible for decisions their subordinates make, don't

theeeey?"

Carla had eyes like some sort of yandere character. I was worried I

might get taken out with a squish, or a crunch, or a stab, stab! (I was scared

to even describe what I was imagining, so I tried using onomatopoeia

instead.)

"Calm down, Carla!" I shouted. "If you kill me, you'll die, too!"

"I'm so embarrassed I could just die... I'll take you with me..."

Oh, crap, I thought. That look in her eyes, she's kind of serious.

"Aisha, help!" I yelled.

"Madam Carla! We're in the castle, in the castle!" Aisha shouted.

"Don't stop me, Madam Aisha!" Carla screamed. "If I don't kill him, I

can't die myself!"

While Aisha was holding her in a pinion, I made a hasty retreat.

Why was I catching all the flak for Serina's sadistic tendencies? Well, it

was just Carla venting her hopeless embarrassment as anger, no doubt.

...Probably.

Now, to get straight to the point, Together With Big Sis was a hit.

Especially with the adults.

I know I'd made it with children as the target audience, but for some

reason their parents, guardians, and even adults with no children at all were

even more passionate about it.

For the women, it was Little Musashibo's adorableness, and the slightlytoo-passionate-but-still-hot Ivan's appeal.

For the men, it was the coolness of the first tokusatsu hero they'd ever

seen, paired with the sexy villainess played by Carla.

Well, even in Japan, there were sometimes mothers who got even more

hooked on a program than their children because they were watching it for

the hot actors. It was probably something like that.

That being the case, in the Kingdom of Friedonia, on days when

Together With Big Sis was on, rather than children begging their parents to

go see it, you would often see parents begging their children.

W-Well, either way, kids were seeing the program, so it was all good,

but I got a cold look from Liscia when she found out the situation.

"'It's an adult's job to look at reality,' he says."

"W-Well, hey, what's wrong with adults having dreams?" I stammered.

Liscia stared at me silently.

"...No, seriously, how did it turn out like this anyway?" I muttered.

I felt like the bizarreness level of Friedonia had gone up just a little.