نخستین 200 خط.
Good morning!
Hello, I'm from the United Nations Conciliation Commission.
I'm here to help.
Do I have the right place?
I believe so...
Your job is to provide meat, yes?
U-Um, yes...
Mediator!
If it isn't the Mediator...
You're the UN Mediator, right?
What brings you here, Mediator?
Mediator!
One centimeter a month.
It'll be a while before my hair grows back...
Mediator!
Good morning, girls.
Mediator, we haven't seen you around lately.
We were so worried...
We thought you might be sick.
Oh...
No, I was helping my grandfather with a scientific study.
A scientific study?
Exploring ancient ruins!
Diving into a sea of knowledge and culture!
How marvelous!
Thanks...
Um, I heard that today's job would require some brawn,
but I only see young ladies around.
There is also a communal hunt today...
If everyone is hunting, the food shortage must be getting dire.
Oh, sorry for arriving late.
Anyway, I need to go join the others.
Mediator...
Yes?
You're in charge, so you'll need to lead the others.
You'll find hot water and other tools inside the building.
Oh...
The chickens in the front room have stopped laying eggs.
Turn them all into meat.
Huh?
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
Mankind Has Declined
When I awake, you're smiling
I thought it would always be like this
Of course it fell short of being realistic
From my crooked perspective the night seemed still blue
but dawn crept in like a declaration of love
When I leave with a slightly bitter taste on my lips in the morning
we approach each other, delicately
I want to show you beautiful, faint dreams
There is something to be said for that
I have chocolate, too, as a reward
Let us be content once we have our sweet dreams
Walk straight for the hill there
and keep listening to things you can't see
for the voice that beckons us on
Smash all the barricades you encounter
The longer you think about something, the less it makes sense
What a strange world this is
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
The Fairies' Secret Factory
Turn them all into meat?
Live Chickens
Live Chickens
Delicious
Delicious
Juicy Chicken
Juicy Chicken
What, exactly, is the second step in this process?
Yeah, I already know the answer to that one.
I keep a pet sparrow at home.
I couldn't bring myself to do it!
I refuse.
I also refuse...
Mediator!
Looks like it's all up to me...
Mediator, please use your knowledge to help us!
Huh?
Er, that's...
Wait, what?
Mediator!
Mediator, please show us how it's done!
Necessary murder.
Man must kill to live.
That hasn't changed, even with mankind's decline.
The situation has reached the point at which escape and refusal are no longer options,
so I must act.
They're getting out!
What do we do?!
We'll get in trouble...
It appears that they have discovered newfound strength in the face of adversity.
Hey, Mediator...
What will become of our meat?
The answer is plain to see.
The chickens have earned the right to live,
while the humans will go hungry.
Oh, something bad happened again...
Something bad?
I have a habit of looking for the bad things in life.
You should definitely break that habit.
I want to eat some meat.
This isn't enough to keep me going.
The men didn't return with anything from their hunt, either.
Well, that's true...
Under normal circumstances, we'd have been dressed down for having let the chickens escape.
But since they abandoned their posts, the men also shared the blame, and it was considered a wash.
Abandoned their
posts
posts
Men shared the
blame
blame
A
wash
wash
You can't have what isn't there.
Be happy with what there is.
I'm complaining because I'm not.
I don't mind foregoing meat for consecutive days.
However, this shortage affects more than just the humans...
Oh, there isn't any?
I'm sorry.
No sweets...
The village is running short on supplies.
No supplies?
What're supplies?
All kinda things!
What happens without supplies?
Death by starvation.
What a terrible way to go out.
But it's new and exciting.
Very original.
It could become a fad!
Fad! Fad!
Fairies.
The present-humans who, despite their adorable appearance, possess supernatural technology.
They are called fairies.
I serve as a UN Mediator,
liaising between the fairies and humans.
You can't have what isn't there.
Be happy with what there is.
Show that you can suck it up?
Then you get to brag!
Then the humans might respect us?
They might give us sweets if they respect us.
So we suck it up for one day?
No, there probably won't be any tomorrow, either.
Really?
What about after two days?
After three days?
Four days?
Um, it's probably going to be a lot longer...
When do I get my sweet, sweet reward?
Probably...
Probably?
When the food situation has improved...
Maybe next year?
Oh, but I came up with a new kind of gum that only requires a little flour.
Gum doesn't count as sweets.
It doesn't?
You can't ingest gum.
So it doesn't count as food.
It vanishes while you're chewing the wrapper.
Vanishes! Vanished!
Goes poof!
Well, those are good points.
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