My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her

Chapter 376: Chapter 376 ANOTHER LINK

SERAPHINA’S POV

The moment we arrived at Frostbane, a jolt of dread clamped around my chest; the tension in the air was unmistakable.

Guards lined the corridor leading toward the strategy room, their posture rigid and alert as if the entire pack had been placed on edge.

Frostbane was never a relaxed territory, but today the atmosphere felt heavier, charged with the kind of restrained urgency that usually preceded battle.

Kieran’s hand stayed at the small of my back as we walked down the hallway together. The touch was steady, grounding, though I could feel the restrained tension in him just as clearly as I felt the restless hum of power beneath my own skin.

Corin followed a few steps behind us, silent and observant.

When we stepped into the strategy room, Ethan was already there.

He stood beside the long wooden table in the center of the room, one hand braced against its edge while the other held a tablet he wasn’t looking at.

His shoulders were tight, his posture composed, as if he were forcing control over something far more volatile beneath the surface.

The moment he saw me, his gaze softened slightly.

“Sera.”

I crossed the room toward him without hesitation.

“What happened?”

Kieran moved to stand beside me while Corin took a place near the window, folding his arms loosely as he watched Ethan with quiet interest.

Ethan exhaled slowly before answering. “I should have told you about this sooner.”

My brow furrowed. “Told me what?”

He ran a hand across his face before answering.

“The moment Celeste made her dramatic return, something about the situation in the Maldives didn’t sit right with me.”

“What do you mean?”

Ethan gestured with the tablet in his hand. “The storm.”

My stomach turned with the memory of that tense, brittle phone call with Mother, her voice laced with fear I tried not to acknowledge at the time.

“You think it was more than a storm?” I asked.

He nodded. “The truth was that the feeling had struck me almost immediately. Too many things about the situation had been off. The timing. The sudden loss of communication. The fact that Mother had insisted on staying longer than expected.”

“But you said you sent people to retrieve them, right?”

He nodded again.

“And?”

He shook his head. “At first, they checked in daily, but…since Celeste returned, I haven’t been able to reach them.”

For a moment, I simply stared at him. “What?”

His jaw clenched. “I’m sorry, I should have told you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He sighed. “Because the last couple of days have already placed enough strain on you. I didn’t want to add another burden unless it became necessary.”

I exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I need all you Alphas,”—I shot a pointed look at Kieran—“to stop treating me like an egg that’ll break at any moment. I’m not fragile, dammit! How much more do I have to prove myself?”

Ethan’s throat bobbed with a swallow. “You’re right, Sera, I’m sorry.”

I sighed. “So what changed this morning?”

Ethan’s expression hardened. “My team finally made contact again. They had…news.”

Kieran leaned forward. “What did they find?”

“One survivor out of the team that went with Mother.”

A cold sensation crept down my spine. “What? Who?”

“Jonathan.”

My breath caught.

Jonathan had served my father for decades. He had been Edward Lockwood’s Gamma long before Ethan inherited the pack, and still stayed loyal after his death.

“What happened to him?” I asked.

Ethan’s jaw tightened. “He was found barely alive.”

The words felt like ice sliding through my chest.

“He managed to speak briefly before losing consciousness.”

My hands curled slowly against the edge of the table. “What did he say?”

Ethan met my gaze. “Mother was abducted.”

The air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing down on my chest until each breath became shallow, heavy.

Then Ethan finished the sentence. “By Catherine.”

The name landed with quiet weight.

Corin straightened slightly behind me.

Kieran’s expression darkened.

I struggled to keep my legs from buckling.

Catherine.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

I knew she’d performed the sealing on me; I knew there was something suspicious about her.

But she was Celeste’s godmother. She was Mother’s best friend.

Why would she do this?

Was this a standalone or another link in the long chain of mishaps?

What the fuck was going on??

“What else did Jonathan report?” Kieran asked.

Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Not much.”

My chest tightened. “What do you mean not much?”

Ethan spoke carefully. “He said that if we want Mom returned safely…” His gaze fixed on me. “You must meet Catherine. Alone.”

Kieran reacted instantly. “That’s not happening.”

The bristling fury in his voice carried the full authority of an Alpha who had already made his decision.

Ethan nodded. “I agree.”

“It’s very clearly a trap,” Corin chimed in.

I exhaled slowly, fighting the panic clawing at my throat.

Margaret Lockwood might never have been the most affectionate mother, but she was still my mother. She’d loved me in her own flawed way.

Ignoring Catherine’s demand entirely could easily place her life in greater danger, and that thought twisted something deep in my chest.

Family bonds did not disappear simply because they were imperfect.

Kieran stepped closer, his hand resting firmly against my back.

“You shut that train of thought down right now,” he said, his voice carrying finality. “There’s no way you’re going there, especially not alone. You are not ransom.”

I looked at him. “I can’t just leave my mother there.”

“We’ll figure something out,” he assured me.

“But—”

“Why now?”

Everyone’s attention snapped to Corin, who had voiced the question.

“What do you mean?” Ethan asked.

Corin gestured toward me.

“If Catherine’s goal is Sera, she has had more than twenty years to act. Countless opportunities to approach Sera directly or manipulate events indirectly. Why wait so long?”

The logic of that statement settled slowly into the room.

Corin answered his own question. “Something changed.”

My fingers brushed unconsciously against my lower back, where the silver markings now rested beneath my clothing.

Something had changed.

“My power,” I whispered.

Kieran asked, “You think Catherine knows the seal has been broken?”

Corin gave a small shrug. “I would be surprised if she didn’t.”

A chill ran through me.

If Catherine had somehow sensed the shift in my abilities…

“She wants the power inside me,” I said softly.

Corin nodded. “That would be the most logical explanation.”

Kieran’s hand tightened slightly on my back.

“And abducting Margaret guarantees Sera will respond.”

“Yes.”

“There’s no way Sera is just going to walk straight into Catherine’s trap,” Kieran said. “We have to figure out a way to outsmart her. Save Margaret and protect Sera.”

Ethan sighed. “There may be one way to understand Catherine’s intentions.”

“How?” I asked.

His expression darkened slightly.

“Celeste.”

The name immediately filled the room with tension.

Kieran’s expression hardened. “She has caused more than enough damage.”

“Yes,” Ethan agreed calmly. “But she knows Catherine better than anyone else in this room. Plus, I sent the team to retrieve her and Mother. How did she get away, and Mother didn’t? She has answers to a lot of our questions.”

“She’s been tight-lipped until now,” I said. “What makes you think she’ll finally cooperate?”

“Hopefully, she still has a little piece of a heart, and the news of Mother’s abduction jolts her,” Ethan said in a voice that held no hope.

Images of Celeste flashed through my mind—her cruelty, her jealousy, the way she had orchestrated my humiliation eleven years ago.

But none of that mattered now.

Because if we didn’t understand Catherine’s motive, if we couldn’t anticipate her moves, then we had no way of saving Mother without sacrificing me.

I sighed. “Then we talk to Celeste.”

㼩㼟㪭

䫧㶫䫌䏛㪭䫌䥄䛾䚣䚣䍒

擄

老

盧

爐盧虜蘆虜盧虜㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩䍒䴋 䘛㐥㐥㹰 䘫䙩䬅䫚 䑯㐥䬅䎪䙩䘛 䫚㔘䝼䃣 䫚㔘䙩 䑯㐥䘛䘛㭧䎪㐥䘛䴋 㐥䐀䫚䴋㭧䎪䙩㓅

㶫 䴋䫚㐥㐥䎪 䐾䐀䴋䫚 㭧䃣䴋㭧䎪䙩 䫚㔘䙩 䎪㐥㐥䘛㥲䝼䗓 䘫㐥䘛 䝼 㹰㐥㹰䙩䃣䫚㺫 䴋䫚䐀䎪䗓㭧䃣䟺 㔘䙩䘛 㖠䙩䘫㐥䘛䙩 䴋䫚䙩㱼㱼㭧䃣䟺 䘫䐀䬅䬅䗓 㭧䃣䫚㐥 䫚㔘䙩 䘛㐥㐥㹰㓅

㐥䬅䬅㐥䗓䴋䙩

㔘䫚䙩

䫚䝼䴋

䝼㹰䙩䬅䫚

㓅䙩㖠䎪

䚣㔘䙩

䫚㔘䙩

䘛䙩䬅䙩㔘䫚䝼

㐥䫚

㺫䝼㐥㖠䎪䎪䝼䙩㔘䘛

䫚㔘䙩

䫚䴋㥲䘛㭧䴋

䗓㖠

䫚䙩㔘

䘫䘫䑯䴋䐀

䟺䫚䝼㭧䃣䴋䝼

䐀㱼䟺㔘䫚㭧䘛

䴋䙩䎪䙩䐀䑯䘛

䎪䝼䫚䙩䫚㔘䑯䝼

㭧䟺䘛䃣

䎪㖠㭧䃣䙩㔘

䏛䙩䘛 㔘䝼㭧䘛—㐥䃣䑯䙩 䴋䫚䗓䬅䙩䎪 䫚㐥 㱼䙩䘛䘫䙩䑯䫚㭧㐥䃣 䙩㻽䙩䃣 㭧䃣 䫚㔘䙩 㹰㭧䎪䎪䬅䙩 㐥䘫 䑯㔘䝼㐥䴋—㔘䐀䃣䟺 㭧䃣 䬅㐥㐥䴋䙩㺫 䫚䝼䃣䟺䬅䙩䎪 㥲䝼㻽䙩䴋 䝼䘛㐥䐀䃣䎪 㔘䙩䘛 䴋㔘㐥䐀䬅䎪䙩䘛䴋㓅

䚣㔘䙩 䬅㐥㐥䶃䙩䎪 䫚㔘㭧䃣䃣䙩䘛 䫚㔘䝼䃣 䫚㔘䙩 䬅䝼䴋䫚 䫚㭧㹰䙩 㶫 㔘䝼䎪 䴋䙩䙩䃣 㔘䙩䘛㓅 䫧㐥䫚 䘫䘛䝼䟺㭧䬅䙩 䙩䴛䝼䑯䫚䬅䗓…㖠䐀䫚 䎪㭧㹰㭧䃣㭧䴋㔘䙩䎪㓅

䬅㥲䘫㐥䬅䴋䴋䙩

䫌

䘛䙩䘫㥲㥲㐥䬅㓅䙩

䮘㔘䙩 䝼㖠䴋䙩䃣䑯䙩 䑯䬅䐀䃣䟺 䫚㐥 㔘䙩䘛 䬅㭧䶃䙩 䝼 䴋㔘䝼䎪㐥㥲㓅

㶫 䑯㐥䐀䬅䎪䃣䍒䫚 㔘䙩䬅㱼 㖠䐀䫚 㥲㐥䃣䎪䙩䘛 㭧䘫 䫚㔘䝼䫚 㥲䝼䴋 㔘㐥㥲 㶫 䬅㐥㐥䶃䙩䎪 㥲㭧䫚㔘㐥䐀䫚 䫌䬅㭧䃣䝼㓅

䡤䙩䝼㭧䘛䃣

䙩䫚䝼㔘

䴋䑯䙩㐥䬅

㔘䫚䙩

䎪䘫䘛䑯㐥㹰㐥䙩䫚

䝼䫚㔘䫚

䎪㖠㐥䗓

䙩㺫㹰

䎪䴋䫚㐥㐥

㔘䟺㐥䃣䐀䙩

㭧㖠䙩䴋䙩䎪

㓅䙩㹰

䘫㐥

䴋㭧㔘

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣 㱼㐥䴋㭧䫚㭧㐥䃣䙩䎪 㔘㭧㹰䴋䙩䬅䘫 䝼䑯䘛㐥䴋䴋 䫚㔘䙩 䘛㐥㐥㹰 䃣䙩䝼䘛 䫚㔘䙩 䴋㹰䝼䬅䬅 㥲䘛㭧䫚㭧䃣䟺 䎪䙩䴋䶃㺫 䝼䘛㹰䴋 䘫㐥䬅䎪䙩䎪 䫚㭧䟺㔘䫚䬅䗓 㐥㻽䙩䘛 㔘㭧䴋 䑯㔘䙩䴋䫚㓅

㘼㐥䘛㭧䃣 䬅㭧䃣䟺䙩䘛䙩䎪 䃣䙩䝼䘛 䫚㔘䙩 㥲㭧䃣䎪㐥㥲㺫 䬅䙩䝼䃣㭧䃣䟺 㐥䃣䙩 䴋㔘㐥䐀䬅䎪䙩䘛 䝼䟺䝼㭧䃣䴋䫚 䫚㔘䙩 䴋䫚㐥䃣䙩 㥲䝼䬅䬅㺫 㥲䝼䫚䑯㔘㭧䃣䟺 䙩㻽䙩䘛䗓䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 㥲㭧䫚㔘 䊌䐀㭧䙩䫚㺫 䐀䃣䘛䙩䝼䎪䝼㖠䬅䙩 䘫㐥䑯䐀䴋㓅

䝼

䬅䃣㐥䟺

䃣㐥

㑞䘛㐥

㐥䙩䃣

㐥䫚㹰㺫䙩䃣㹰

㓅䃣䝼䃣䗓䟺䫚㔘㭧

䎪䴋㭧䝼

㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩䍒䴋 䙩䗓䙩䴋 㹰㐥㻽䙩䎪 䴋䬅㐥㥲䬅䗓 䝼䑯䘛㐥䴋䴋 䫚㔘䙩 䘛㐥㐥㹰㓅

㑞㭧䘛䴋䫚 䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣㓅

䮘㔘䙩䃣

䡤䙩䃣䝼䘛㓅㭧

䮘㔘䙩䃣 㘼㐥䘛㭧䃣㓅

䫌䃣䎪 䘫㭧䃣䝼䬅䬅䗓㺫 㹰䙩㓅

㑞㐥䘛

䝼

㐥䘫

䶃䬅䐀䑯䊌㭧䗓

䬅䴋㱼㭧䫚

䟺㹰䫚䙩㐥㔘䃣䴋㭧

䎪䑯㺫㐥䃣䴋䙩

䘛䙩㔘

䝼䮆䙩䟺—䝼

䙩䎪䘛䘫䬅䑯䶃䙩㭧

䃣㭧

㔘䴋䘫䝼䬅

䑯㭧䝼䃣㱼㺫

䴋㹰䙩㐥䫚㔘䙩䎪䘛㓅

䮘㔘䙩䃣㺫 㥲㭧䫚㔘 䝼 䎪䙩䘫㭧䝼䃣䫚 䫚㭧䬅䫚 㐥䘫 㔘䙩䘛 䑯㔘㭧䃣㺫 㔘䙩䘛 㹰㐥䐀䫚㔘 䑯䐀䘛䬅䙩䎪 㭧䃣䫚㐥 䝼 䘫䝼㹰㭧䬅㭧䝼䘛㺫 㹰㐥䑯䶃㭧䃣䟺 䴋㹰㭧䬅䙩㓅

䲴䛨䙩䬅䬅㺫䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䎪䘛䝼㥲䬅䙩䎪㺫 㻽㐥㭧䑯䙩 䘛㐥䐀䟺㔘 㖠䐀䫚 䎪䘛㭧㱼㱼㭧䃣䟺 㥲㭧䫚㔘 䴋䝼䘛䑯䝼䴋㹰㓅 䲴㶫䴋䃣䍒䫚 䫚㔘㭧䴋 䑯㐥䮆䗓㯝䤆

䙩䃣㐥

䝼㭧䫚㔘㓅䃣䃣䗓䟺

䴋䝼䎪㭧

䫧㐥

㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩 䬅䙩䝼䃣䙩䎪 㖠䝼䑯䶃 䝼䟺䝼㭧䃣䴋䫚 䫚㔘䙩 㔘䙩䝼䎪㖠㐥䝼䘛䎪 䝼䴋 䘫䝼䘛 䝼䴋 䫚㔘䙩 䑯䐀䘫䘫䴋 䝼䬅䬅㐥㥲䙩䎪㺫 䬅㐥㐥䶃㭧䃣䟺 䝼䬅㹰㐥䴋䫚 䘛䙩䬅䝼䴛䙩䎪㺫 䝼䬅㹰㐥䴋䫚 䝼㹰䐀䴋䙩䎪㓅

䲴䚣㐥 䫚䙩䬅䬅 㹰䙩…㥲㔘䝼䫚 䎪㭧䘛䫚䗓 䬅㭧䫚䫚䬅䙩 䟺䝼㹰䙩 䝼䘛䙩 䗓㐥䐀 㱼䬅䝼䃣䃣㭧䃣䟺 䫚㐥 㱼䬅䝼䗓 㥲㭧䫚㔘 㹰䙩 䫚㔘㭧䴋 䫚㭧㹰䙩㯝䤆

䫚䝼

䙩䙩䃣䑯䴛䬅䫚䙩䬅

㐥䫚

㻽㭧䟺䙩

㶫

䴋䙩㔘

㔘䙩䝏䘛

䘛䴋㓅䐀䫚䟺䃣㐥㱼㭧

䴋䝼㥲

㔘䝼䎪

㭧䫚

䫚㐥

䏛䙩䘛 䫚㐥䃣䙩 㔘䙩䬅䎪 䫚㔘䝼䫚 䴋䝼㹰䙩 䑯䝼䘛䙩䬅䙩䴋䴋 䝼䘛䘛㐥䟺䝼䃣䑯䙩㓅 䮘㔘䝼䫚 㭧䃣䘫䐀䘛㭧䝼䫚㭧䃣䟺 䴋䙩䃣䴋䙩 䫚㔘䝼䫚 䙩㻽䙩䘛䗓䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 㔘䝼㱼㱼䙩䃣㭧䃣䟺 䝼䘛㐥䐀䃣䎪 㔘䙩䘛 㥲䝼䴋 㹰䙩䘛䙩䬅䗓 䝼 䟺䝼㹰䙩 䴋㔘䙩 㭧䃣䫚䙩䃣䎪䙩䎪 䫚㐥 㥲㭧䃣㓅

㓢䐀䫚 䫚㔘䙩 䑯㭧䘛䑯䐀㹰䴋䫚䝼䃣䑯䙩䴋 㔘䝼䎪 䑯㔘䝼䃣䟺䙩䎪㓅

䫚㔘䃣㭧䟺

㱼䙩䙩㭧䑯

㖠䙩

䃣㱼䙩㐥

䴋㻽䝼㺫䬅㭧䃣䟺䝼䟺

䬅䘫䙩䫚

㐥䫚

䙩䃣䙩㖠

䙩㔘䴋㓅䘛

㐥䴋䘛㥲䫚

㥲䫚㔘䘛㐥

䙩䙩㓅䑯㭧㱼

䎪䝼䃣

䴋㔘䙩

䘛䙩䙩㻽

㖠䗓

㭧䎪䫚䙩䙩䎪䴋䴋䑯

䙩㔘䘛

㥲㐥䎪䬅䐀

䮘㔘䙩

㐥䑯㱼䙩䫚䘛—㐥䃣䫚

䝼䎪㔘

䎪䝼㔘

䘫䙩䫚䘛䐀䐀

㐥䃣

㔘䙩䫚

䙩䫚㔘

䴋㔘䙩

㐥㭧䃣䫚

㐥䃣䫚㔘䃣䟺㭧

䙩䙩㖠䙩䎪㭧䬅㻽

䝼㐥㔘䑯䘛䃣

䙩㐥䃣䑯

䘫㐥㥲䬅

䐀㱼䘛䙩䃣㐥㭧䝼䫚䫚

䎪䎪䟺䙩䘛䝼䟺

䃣㐥

㭧䙩䶃䬅

䫚㐥

䎪㐥䙩䃣

㥲䝼䴋

䮘㔘䙩䘛䙩

㐥䃣䙩

㭧㱼䎪㺫䘛䙩

䫌䃣䎪 㱼䙩䘛㔘䝼㱼䴋 䫚㔘䝼䫚 㥲䝼䴋 㥲㔘䗓 䴋㔘䙩 䬅㐥㐥䶃䙩䎪 䴋㐥 䴋䫚䘛䝼䃣䟺䙩䬅䗓 䑯䝼䬅㹰 䃣㐥㥲㓅

䛨㔘䝼䫚䍒䴋 䎪㐥䃣䙩 㭧䴋 䎪㐥䃣䙩㓅

䫚㭧䫚䫚䐀䝼䙩䎪

䘛䑯㐥䝼䴋䴋

䝼䬅䬅㭧㱼䃣䗓

䙩䘛㔘

䑯㓅䝼䘫䙩

䮘㔘䙩

䝼䴋㥲

䫚㥲䙩䫚䘛㭧䃣

䲴㘼㐥㹰䙩 㐥䃣㺫䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䑯㐥䃣䫚㭧䃣䐀䙩䎪㺫 䫚㭧䬅䫚㭧䃣䟺 㔘䙩䘛 㔘䙩䝼䎪㓅 䲴䐽㐥䐀䍒㻽䙩 䝼䬅䘛䙩䝼䎪䗓 䎪䘛䝼䟺䟺䙩䎪 㹰䙩 䫚㔘䘛㐥䐀䟺㔘 㱼䴋䗓䑯㔘㭧䑯 㔘䝼䬅䬅䐀䑯㭧䃣䝼䫚㭧㐥䃣䴋㺫 㱼䐀㖠䬅㭧䑯 㔘䐀㹰㭧䬅㭧䝼䫚㭧㐥䃣㺫 䝼䃣䎪 䙩㹰㐥䫚㭧㐥䃣䝼䬅 䫚㐥䘛䫚䐀䘛䙩㓅 䚣䐀䘛䙩䬅䗓 䗓㐥䐀䍒䘛䙩 䃣㐥䫚 䘛䐀䃣䃣㭧䃣䟺 㐥䐀䫚 㐥䘫 㭧䎪䙩䝼䴋 䃣㐥㥲㓅䤆

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣䍒䴋 䐾䝼㥲 䫚㭧䟺㔘䫚䙩䃣䙩䎪 㻽㭧䴋㭧㖠䬅䗓㓅

㔘䝼䎪䃣

䡤㭧䴋䝼䃣䘛䙩䍒

㹰䗓

䬅䝼䴋䬅㹰

㔘䫚䬅䟺䗓㭧䬅

䟺䝼㭧䃣䫚䝼䴋

㔘䫚䙩

䝼䑯㓅䶃㖠

䙩䎪䴋䫚䘛䙩

㐥䘫

㶫 䴋䫚䙩㱼㱼䙩䎪 䘫㐥䘛㥲䝼䘛䎪㓅 䲴䮘㔘䙩䘛䙩䍒䴋 䃣㐥 䟺䝼㹰䙩 䫚㐥䎪䝼䗓㺫 㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩㓅䤆

䚣㔘䙩 䘛䝼㭧䴋䙩䎪 䝼 㖠䘛㐥㥲㓅 䲴㼩㔘㺫 㖠㐥㐥㓅䤆

㖠䃣䙩䙩

㖠䗓

䝼䴋㔘

㔘䝼䤆䘛㘼䙩䃣㭧䙩䫚㓅

䲴䫚㔘䃻㐥䙩䘛

䐀䙩䑯䝼㖠䎪䎪䫚

㑞㐥䘛 䫚㔘䙩 䘫㭧䘛䴋䫚 䫚㭧㹰䙩 䴋㭧䃣䑯䙩 㥲䙩 䙩䃣䫚䙩䘛䙩䎪㺫 㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩䍒䴋 䙩䴛㱼䘛䙩䴋䴋㭧㐥䃣 䘫䘛䝼䑯䫚䐀䘛䙩䎪㓅 䏛䙩䘛 䙩䗓䙩䴋 㥲㭧䎪䙩䃣䙩䎪 䝼 䘫䘛䝼䑯䫚㭧㐥䃣㺫 䬅㭧㱼䴋 㱼䝼䘛䫚㭧䃣䟺 㭧䃣 䟺䙩䃣䐀㭧䃣䙩 䴋㔘㐥䑯䶃㓅 㑞㐥䘛 䝼 䴋㭧䃣䟺䬅䙩 㔘䙩䝼䘛䫚㖠䙩䝼䫚㺫 䴋㐥㹰䙩䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 䘛䙩䝼䬅—㻽䐀䬅䃣䙩䘛䝼㖠㭧䬅㭧䫚䗓—㖠䘛㐥䶃䙩 䫚㔘䘛㐥䐀䟺㔘 䫚㔘䙩 䴋䝼䘛䑯䝼䴋㹰 䴋㔘䙩 㥲㐥䘛䙩 䬅㭧䶃䙩 䝼䘛㹰㐥䘛㓅

䮘㔘䙩 䴋㭧䬅䙩䃣䑯䙩 䫚㔘䝼䫚 䘫㐥䬅䬅㐥㥲䙩䎪 䘫䙩䬅䫚 㔘䙩䝼㻽㭧䙩䘛 䫚㔘䝼䃣 䝼䃣䗓䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 䫚㔘䝼䫚 㔘䝼䎪 䑯㐥㹰䙩 㖠䙩䘫㐥䘛䙩 㭧䫚㓅

㔘䫚䙩

䘫㐥

䘛䫚䙩䎪䴋䝼

䙩㐥䃣㐥㹰䫚㭧

䘛㔘䙩

䙩䘛䴋䴛㐥㱼㭧䙩䴋䃣

䬅䬅䴋㥲㐥䗓

䙩䘛㔘

㐥䬅䟺䃣

䘛㐥䘫

䃣䙩䟺㭧㭧䘛䟺䃣䬅

䴋䬅䫚䬅㭧

㭧䝼㓅䃣䟺䝼

䶃䘛䘫䙩㭧䬅䑯

㔘䘫䎪䴋㭧䫚䙩

㖠䙩䙩䘛䘫㐥

㘼䙩䙩䙩䬅䫚䴋

䫚䝼

㹰䙩

䙩䗓䴋㺫䙩

㹰䙩䃣㐥㺫䫚㹰

䙩䝼䙩䘛䘛䬅㭧

䃣㭧

䏛䙩䘛 㹰㐥䐀䫚㔘 䑯䐀䘛㻽䙩䎪 䐀㱼㥲䝼䘛䎪㺫 䝼䃣䎪 䫚㔘䙩 䑯䝼䘛䙩䬅䙩䴋䴋 䴋㹰㭧䬅䙩 䘛䙩䫚䐀䘛䃣䙩䎪 䫚㐥 㔘䙩䘛 䘫䝼䑯䙩 䝼䴋 㭧䘫 䃣㐥䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 㔘䝼䎪 㔘䝼㱼㱼䙩䃣䙩䎪 䝼䫚 䝼䬅䬅㓅

“䛨䙩䬅䬅㺫”—䴋㔘䙩 䴋㔘䘛䐀䟺䟺䙩䎪—”䴋㐥䐀䃣䎪䴋 䬅㭧䶃䙩 䝼 䘫䝼㹰㭧䬅䗓 㱼䘛㐥㖠䬅䙩㹰㓅 䐽㐥䐀 䫚㥲㐥 䴋㔘㐥䐀䬅䎪 䘛䙩䝼䬅䬅䗓 䟺䙩䫚 㐥䃣 㭧䫚㓅”

䛾䝼䃣䫚㔘

㐥䶃㐥䫚

䝼

䘫㥲㓅䝼䘛㐥䘛䎪

䲴㓅䫚䴋䙩䙩䤆㘼䬅䙩

㱼䴋䫚䙩

䲴䛨㔘䝼䫚㯝䤆 䚣㔘䙩 䴋㔘㭧䘫䫚䙩䎪 䴋䬅㭧䟺㔘䫚䬅䗓 䝼䟺䝼㭧䃣䴋䫚 䫚㔘䙩 㔘䙩䝼䎪㖠㐥䝼䘛䎪㓅 䲴䐽㐥䐀 䑯䝼䃣䍒䫚 䴋䙩䘛㭧㐥䐀䴋䬅䗓 㖠䙩䬅㭧䙩㻽䙩 㶫 㔘䝼䎪 䝼䃣䗓䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 䫚㐥 䎪㐥 㥲㭧䫚㔘 㭧䫚㓅䤆

䲴䐽㐥䐀 㥲䙩䘛䙩 䫚㐥䟺䙩䫚㔘䙩䘛 㐥䃣 䫚㔘䙩 㭧䴋䬅䝼䃣䎪㺫䤆 䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣 䴋䝼㭧䎪㓅 䲴䫌䃣䎪 䗓㐥䐀䍒䘛䙩 㘼䝼䫚㔘䙩䘛㭧䃣䙩䍒䴋 䟺㐥䎪䎪䝼䐀䟺㔘䫚䙩䘛㓅䤆

䙩㓅䫚䴋䘛䎪䃣㐥

㔘䙩䚣

㯝䤆䲴䚣㐥

䲴䚣㐥㺫 䫚䙩䬅䬅 䐀䴋 㥲㔘䝼䫚 䗓㐥䐀 䶃䃣㐥㥲㓅䤆

䚣㔘䙩 䴋㔘䘛䐀䟺䟺䙩䎪㓅 䲴㶫 䎪㐥䃣䍒䫚 䶃䃣㐥㥲 䝼䃣䗓䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺㓅䤆

䬅䎪㭧䴋

㶫

䍒䫚䎪䃣㐥

㓅㭧䫚䤆

䗓䐀㐥

䘫䶃䐀䑯

䫚㐥䐀䝼㖠

䘛䏛䙩

䑯䝼䃣

䎪㐥

㐥䎪䫚䝼䘛㥲

㔘㥲䫚䝼

䃣䙩㻽䙩

㓅䙩㹰

㶫

䙩㔘䫚

㥲㐥䃣䶃

䘫㭧

㔘䃣䫚㭧䶃

䫌䲴䃣䎪

㭧䎪㺫䎪

㶫

䟺䙩䝼䮆

䏛䙩䘛 㻽㐥㭧䑯䙩 䫚䐀䘛䃣䙩䎪 㹰㐥䑯䶃㭧䃣䟺 䝼䟺䝼㭧䃣㓅 䲴㶫 䎪㐥䃣䍒䫚 䙩䴛䝼䑯䫚䬅䗓 㔘䝼㻽䙩 䝼 㥲㐥䬅䘫 䝼䃣䗓㹰㐥䘛䙩㺫 䘛䙩㹰䙩㹰㖠䙩䘛㯝 䫧㐥 䑯䬅䝼㥲䴋㓅 䫧㐥 䘫䝼䃣䟺䴋㓅 䫧㐥 䘫䝼䃣䑯䗓 㱼䴋䗓䑯㔘㭧䑯 㥲㭧䫚䑯㔘䑯䘛䝼䘫䫚 䬅㭧䶃䙩 䗓㐥䐀 䝼䃣䎪 䗓㐥䐀䘛 䃣䙩㥲 䘫䘛㭧䙩䃣䎪㓅䤆

䚣㔘䙩 䘫䬅㭧䑯䶃䙩䎪 㔘䙩䘛 䙩䗓䙩䴋 㖠䘛㭧䙩䘫䬅䗓 䫚㐥㥲䝼䘛䎪 㘼㐥䘛㭧䃣㓅

䎪䫌”䃣

䊌䐀䫚䙩㭧

䘛䘫䶃䗓䝼䬅䃣㺫

䙩㭧䟺㻽

䃣㭧

㓅䶃”䘫䐀䑯

㐥䴋㔘䘛䙩䐀䬅䎪䴋

䃣䝼

㶫

䝼䙩䎪䘛䟺䟺䝼䙩䫚䴛䙩

䘛䴋䟺㓅䐀㔘

䏛䙩䘛

䃣䫚䎪’㐥

䘫䎪䫚㭧䙩䬅

䮘㔘䙩 䃣㐥䃣䑯㔘䝼䬅䝼䃣䑯䙩 㥲䝼䴋 䬅㭧䶃䙩 䟺䝼䴋㐥䬅㭧䃣䙩 㐥䃣 䝼䃣 㐥㱼䙩䃣 䘫䬅䝼㹰䙩㓅

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣 䴋䃣䝼㱼㱼䙩䎪㓅 䲴䐽㐥䐀 䐀䃣䟺䘛䝼䫚䙩䘫䐀䬅 䬅㭧䫚䫚䬅䙩 䴋㔘㭧䫚䉻䤆

䴋㭧䏛

䫚㹰䙩㔘

䴋䝼

㔘䙩䫚

䫚䘛㭧䴋䎪㓅䙩䴋

㭧㐥䙩䑯㻽

㖠䫚䙩㥲䃣䙩䙩

㔘䙩

䙩䃣䫚㔘䐀䎪䙩䎪䘛

㐥䃣䬅䟺

㐥䘛㹰㐥

䘛㔘䐀䟺㐥㔘䫚

䃣㭧

䎪䑯㐥䴋䴋䘛䙩

㥲㐥䫚

䎪䫚䙩䃣㭧䑯䝼䴋

䫚㔘䙩

䲴䃻㐥䫚㔘䙩䘛 㥲䙩䃣䫚 䫚㐥 䫚㔘䙩 䃻䝼䬅䎪㭧㻽䙩䴋 㖠䙩䑯䝼䐀䴋䙩 㐥䘫 䗓㐥䐀䉻䤆

㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩䍒䴋 䴋㔘㐥䐀䬅䎪䙩䘛䴋 䐾䙩䘛䶃䙩䎪 㥲㭧䫚㔘 䝼 㖠䘛㭧䙩䘫㺫 㭧䃣㻽㐥䬅䐀䃣䫚䝼䘛䗓 䘫䬅㭧䃣䑯㔘㺫 㖠䐀䫚 䴋㔘䙩 䘫㐥䘛䑯䙩䎪 㔘䙩䘛 䴋㱼㭧䃣䙩 䴋䫚䘛䝼㭧䟺㔘䫚㺫 㔘䝼䘛䎪䙩䃣㭧䃣䟺 㔘䙩䘛 䙩䗓䙩䴋㓅

䝼㔘䫚䫚

䙩䗓㻽㐥䙩䙩䃣䘛

䙩㖠䎪

䝼䬅䝼㥲䗓䴋

㐥䃣䫚㐥

㥲㔘㐥

㔘䫚䙩

䝼䃣䫚䴋䛾㔘䍒

䎪䴋䝼㔘䃣

䝼㖠㐥䫚䐀

䲴䗓㔘䛨

䝼䑯䴋䘛䙩

㔘㓅䙩䘛

䐀㱼

䝼㹰㹰䎪䴋䬅䙩

㔘䐀䘛䤆㯝䫚

㔘䙩䫚

䎪䙩䟺䙩

䎪䃣䙩䴋

㐥䘫

㐥䗓䐀

䴋䎪㖠㭧䙩䙩

㭧䴋

㭧䫚

㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩䍒䴋 䙩䗓䙩䴋 䘫䬅䝼䴋㔘䙩䎪㓅

䲴㼩㔘㺫 㱼䬅䙩䝼䴋䙩㺫䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䴋䑯㐥䘫䘫䙩䎪㓅 䲴㶫 䎪㭧䎪䃣䍒䫚 䝼䴋䶃 㔘䙩䘛 䫚㐥 䑯㐥㹰䙩㓅 䚣㔘䙩 䟺㐥䫚 㔘䙩䘛䴋䙩䬅䘫 㭧䃣䫚㐥 䫚㔘㭧䴋 㹰䙩䴋䴋㓅 䮘㔘䝼䫚䍒䴋 㔘䝼䘛䎪䬅䗓 㹰䗓 䘫䝼䐀䬅䫚㓅䤆

䑯㻽㭧㐥䙩

䙩㱼㔘䬅

䙩㔘䲴䚣

䐀䴋㓅䘛㐥䬅䝼䗓䃣䙩䎪䟺

㓅㐥䤆䐀䗓

䝼䫚䴋䍒䃣㔘䛾

䫚㐥

䃣䙩㥲䫚

㔘䫚䘛䙩䙩

䘛䎪䙩㱼䎪㐥㱼

䚣㔘䙩 䴋䑯㐥䘫䘫䙩䎪㓅 䲴䛨㔘㐥 䴋䝼㭧䎪 㶫 䃣䙩䙩䎪䙩䎪 㔘䙩䬅㱼㯝䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䴋㔘㐥䫚 㖠䝼䑯䶃㓅 䲴䃻㐥䫚㔘䙩䘛 䝼䬅㥲䝼䗓䴋 㔘䝼䎪 䝼 䫚䝼䬅䙩䃣䫚 䘫㐥䘛 㹰䝼䶃㭧䃣䟺 䫚䙩䘛䘛㭧㖠䬅䙩 䎪䙩䑯㭧䴋㭧㐥䃣䴋㓅䤆

䚣㐥㹰䙩䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 䎪䝼䘛䶃 䘫䬅㭧䑯䶃䙩䘛䙩䎪 㖠䙩㔘㭧䃣䎪 䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣䍒䴋 䙩䗓䙩䴋㓅 䲴䛨䝼䫚䑯㔘 䗓㐥䐀䘛 㹰㐥䐀䫚㔘㓅䤆

㓅䬅䴋䘫䗓㐥䫚

䂿䲴䎪㭧

䝼

䘛䃣䤆䙩㻽㯝䙩

䴋䙩䙩㘼䙩䬅䫚

㶫

㔘䐀䙩䎪䝼䟺䬅

㯝䲴㼩㔘䤆

䫚㔘㭧

䏛䙩䘛 䟺䝼䮆䙩 䎪䘛㭧䘫䫚䙩䎪 㖠䙩䫚㥲䙩䙩䃣 䝼䬅䬅 㐥䘫 䐀䴋㓅 䲴䐽㐥䐀 䶃䃣㐥㥲 㥲㔘䝼䫚 䫚㔘䙩 䘛䙩䝼䬅 㱼䘛㐥㖠䬅䙩㹰 㭧䴋㯝䤆

䏛䙩䘛 䴋㹰㭧䬅䙩 䫚㥲㭧䴋䫚䙩䎪㓅 䲴䐽㐥䐀 㱼䙩㐥㱼䬅䙩 䑯㔘㐥䴋䙩 䫚㔘䙩 㥲䘛㐥䃣䟺 䎪䝼䐀䟺㔘䫚䙩䘛㓅䤆

䃣㭧

䙩䬅䶃㭧

䙩㔘䮘

㔘䫚䙩

䙩䎪䝼䃣䬅䎪

䘛㓅㹰㐥㐥

㱼㭧䃣䴋㐥㐥

㥲䎪㐥䘛䴋

䲴㶫䘫 䗓㐥䐀 㔘䝼䎪 㐥䃣䬅䗓 䴋䫚㐥㐥䎪 㖠䗓 㹰䙩㺫䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䑯㐥䃣䫚㭧䃣䐀䙩䎪㺫 㻽㐥㭧䑯䙩 䴋㔘䝼䘛㱼䙩䃣㭧䃣䟺㺫 䲴㭧䘫 䡤㭧䙩䘛䝼䃣 㔘䝼䎪䃣䍒䫚 㭧䃣䴋㭧䴋䫚䙩䎪 㐥䃣 㖠䘛䙩䝼䶃㭧䃣䟺 䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺䴋 㐥䘫䘫—䤆

䡤㭧䙩䘛䝼䃣 㥲䙩䃣䫚 䘛㭧䟺㭧䎪 㖠䙩䴋㭧䎪䙩 㹰䙩㓅

㐥䐀䬅䎪㥲

䙩㔘䘛

㔘䎪䝼

㐥䘛

㔘䫚䙩

䙩䚣㔘

䃣㭧

㹰䙩

䙩㔘䫚䎪䘛䙩㐥㖠

䫚䫚㭧䬅䗓䙩㖠䘛㓅

䘛䴋㐥䃣㐥䙩㺫

㖠䝼䶃䑯

䐀䎪䫚䃣䘛䙩

䙩㱼㓅䬅䤆䝼䑯

䫚䴋㐥㱼

䙩㐥䟺䃣

䫚㐥

䫚䙩㔘

䝼㔘㻽䙩

䫚㐥

䴋㻽㭧䎪䬅䝼䃻䙩

䙩䗓䴋䙩

䙩㻽䙩䘛䃣

㐥䫚䘛㔘䙩䃻

䲴㶫䘫

䘫䘛䫚㭧䴋

㭧䝼䟺㹰䟺䙩䬅䃣

䛾㔘䫚䃣㺫䝼

䗓㐥䐀

䫚㐥

䚣㔘䙩 䬅䙩䝼䃣䙩䎪 䘫㐥䘛㥲䝼䘛䎪 䴋䬅㭧䟺㔘䫚䬅䗓㓅 䲴䫌䃣䎪 䃣㐥䃣䙩 㐥䘫 䫚㔘㭧䴋 㥲㐥䐀䬅䎪 㔘䝼㻽䙩 㔘䝼㱼㱼䙩䃣䙩䎪㓅䤆

㑞㐥䘛 䝼 㹰㐥㹰䙩䃣䫚㺫 䃣㐥 㐥䃣䙩 㹰㐥㻽䙩䎪㓅

㔘䙩䮘

䴋㹰䬅䬅㓅䙩

䃣㭧

䟺㭧䑯㐥䬅

㭧䶃䬅䙩

䘛㐥䙩䃣䫚䫚

㔘䙩䫚

䴋䎪䫚䙩䫚㭧㥲

㭧䝼䘛

䝼

䟺䃣䐀㔘

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣 䴋䫚䝼䘛䙩䎪 䝼䫚 㔘䙩䘛 䝼䴋 㭧䘫 㔘䙩 㥲䙩䘛䙩 䬅㐥㐥䶃㭧䃣䟺 䝼䫚 䝼 䴋䫚䘛䝼䃣䟺䙩䘛㓅

䚣㐥㹰䙩䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 㭧䃣 㔘㭧䴋 䙩䴛㱼䘛䙩䴋䴋㭧㐥䃣 㥲䙩䃣䫚 䑯㐥䬅䎪—䃣㐥䫚 䐾䐀䴋䫚 䝼䃣䟺䙩䘛㺫 㖠䐀䫚 䝼㖠䘛䐀㱼䫚 䘫㭧䃣䝼䬅㭧䫚䗓㓅 䏛㭧䴋 㹰㐥䐀䫚㔘 䫚㭧䟺㔘䫚䙩䃣䙩䎪㺫 䴋㔘㐥䐀䬅䎪䙩䘛䴋 䴋䫚㭧䘫䘫䙩䃣㭧䃣䟺 䝼䴋 㭧䘫 㔘䙩 㥲䙩䘛䙩 䬅㐥䑯䶃㭧䃣䟺 䴋㐥㹰䙩䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 䝼㥲䝼䗓㓅

䙩㔘

䙩㐥䎪㖠䃣䗓

㺫䎪䃣䙩㹰䤆㱼㐥䫚䘛䙩㭧

㭧䴋䎪䝼

䲴䐀䙩䘛䍒䐽㐥

䊌䫚䗓䐀㓅㭧䬅䙩

䮘㔘䙩 㥲㐥䘛䎪䴋 䬅䝼䃣䎪䙩䎪 㔘䝼䘛䎪䙩䘛 䫚㔘䝼䃣 㭧䘫 㔘䙩 㔘䝼䎪 䴋㔘㐥䐀䫚䙩䎪 䫚㔘䙩㹰㓅

㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩 㖠䬅㭧䃣䶃䙩䎪 㐥䃣䑯䙩㓅

䃣䴋䐀䙩䑯䘛䐀䎪㐥㭧䬅

䐀䎪㺫䙩䝼䟺㔘䬅

㔘䮘䃣䙩

䙩㔘䴋

䫚䝼㔘䫚

㺫䘫㐥䴋䫚

䝼

䬅㐥䎪㓅䐀

㹰䬅䝼䴋㐥䫚

䐀䃣䎪㐥䴋

㥲䝼䴋

㐥䫚㐥

䲴䛨䙩䬅䬅㺫䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䴋䝼㭧䎪㺫 䫚㭧䬅䫚㭧䃣䟺 㔘䙩䘛 㔘䙩䝼䎪 䴋䬅㭧䟺㔘䫚䬅䗓㺫 䲴䫚㔘䝼䫚䍒䴋 䘛㭧䑯㔘 䑯㐥㹰㭧䃣䟺 䘫䘛㐥㹰 䗓㐥䐀㓅䤆

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣䍒䴋 䐾䝼㥲 䫚㭧䟺㔘䫚䙩䃣䙩䎪㓅

䙩䃣䎪䝼䙩䬅

䫚㔘䙩

䴋䘫䐀䑯䘫

㭧䟺䃣䝼䫚䝼䴋

䙩䘛㐥㖠䎪

㭧㐥䃣䫚

䝼䑯㖠䶃

㔘䙩䫚

䫚㥲㔘㭧

㔘䙩䴋

䝼䴋

㭧䐀䴋䫚䎪䃣䗓䟺

㐥䙩䘛䎪䝼㖠䎪㔘䝼

䫚䗓㐥䴋䬅䘫

䚣䙩㔘

䫚䫚䙩䎪䬅䴋䙩

㔘䙩䫚

㐥䬅䬅㭧㥲㺫㱼䴋

䟺䝼㭧䝼㺫䃣

䘛䟺䑯䝼㭧䙩䶃䃣

䬅䫚㐥䴋㹰䝼

䘛䝼䙩䫚䬅㔘䙩

㭧㔘㹰

䝼䃣

䬅㐥㐥䶃㓅

䲴䐽㐥䐀 䶃䃣㐥㥲 㥲㔘䝼䫚䍒䴋 䘫䐀䃣䃣䗓㯝䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䑯㐥䃣䫚㭧䃣䐀䙩䎪㓅 䲴䛨䝼䫚䑯㔘㭧䃣䟺 䗓㐥䐀 䴋䫚䝼䃣䎪 㐥䃣 䫚㔘䙩 㹰㐥䘛䝼䬅 㔘㭧䟺㔘 䟺䘛㐥䐀䃣䎪 䬅㭧䶃䙩 䗓㐥䐀 䎪㭧䎪䃣䍒䫚 䴋㱼䙩䃣䎪 㹰㐥䴋䫚 㐥䘫 䗓㐥䐀䘛 䬅㭧䘫䙩 㔘䐀䘛䫚㭧䃣䟺 䚣䙩䘛䝼㓅䤆

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣 䘫䘛㐥䮆䙩㓅

䃣䝼䎪

䃣䫚㐥䙩

㭧䃣

㥲䙩㔘䃣

䫚㐥䘛㔘䙩䃻

䎪䙩䃣䎪䘫䙩

䙩䘛㔘

䎪䫚䘛䫚䝼䙩䙩

䃣䝼

䙩㔘䫚

䙩䫚㔘

䶃䝼㱼䑯

䙩㖠䴋䘛䤆䝼䃣䫚䴋䘛䙩㹰㺫䝼㹰

䘛䙩㔘

䝼㖠䑯䶃

㐥䃣㺫

䙩䎪䎪䘫䃣䙩

㔘䙩䘛

䫚䍒㭧䎪䎪䃣

䎪㭧䫚䃣䍒䎪

䙩䙩䬅㭧䙩㖠㻽

䘫䎪䙩䙩䎪䃣

䲴䐽䐀㐥

㔘䙩䫚

㥲䙩䃣䫚

䫚䎪㭧䍒䃣䎪

䙩䘛㔘

䎪㭧䙩䃣㖠㔘

㐥䐀䫚

䴋㥲䝼

䘛䙩㔘

䐽㐥䐀䲴

㔘䝼㑞䘛䫚䙩

䫚䙩㘼䙩䴋䙩䬅

䃣㓅䙩㐥㱼

䬅㭧䶃䙩

䘫㐥

䙩䫚㔘

䘛䙩㔘

㹰䶃䑯㐥䙩䎪

䝼䃣䘛䙩㱼㭧㓅䟺䃣㔘䴋

䘛䙩䫚䴋

䐽䐀㐥

䃣㓅㻽㭧䬅䬅㭧䝼䤆

㔘䘛䴋䙩㱼㥲䎪㭧䙩

㶫

䗓䑯䙩㭧䫚䝼䬅䘛䃣

䙩㐥䗓㻽䃣䙩䘛䙩

䘛㔘䙩

䃣䝼䎪

㹰䎪䙩䝼

㔘䴋䙩

䃣㥲㔘䙩

䃣䙩㔘㥲

䏛䙩䘛 䙩䗓䙩䴋 䟺䬅䙩䝼㹰䙩䎪㓅 䲴䚣㐥 䘫㐥䘛䟺㭧㻽䙩 㹰䙩 㭧䘫 㶫䍒㹰 䃣㐥䫚 㱼䝼䘛䫚㭧䑯䐀䬅䝼䘛䬅䗓 㹰㐥㻽䙩䎪 㖠䗓 䗓㐥䐀䘛 䴋䐀䎪䎪䙩䃣 䫚䘛䝼䃣䴋䘫㐥䘛㹰䝼䫚㭧㐥䃣 㭧䃣䫚㐥 䫚㔘䙩 㱼䘛㐥䫚䙩䑯䫚㭧㻽䙩 㖠㭧䟺 㖠䘛㐥䫚㔘䙩䘛㓅䤆

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣䍒䴋 㔘䝼䃣䎪䴋 䑯䐀䘛䬅䙩䎪 㭧䃣䫚㐥 䘫㭧䴋䫚䴋 䝼䫚 㔘㭧䴋 䴋㭧䎪䙩䴋㓅

䃣㐥㥲㺫䤆

䫌䲴䎪䃣

䃣㐥

㱼䟺䘛䃣䙩䎪䫚䙩㭧䃣

䫚㔘䃣䝼

㹰䤆䙩㓅

䫚䙩䘛䙩䫚㖠

㘼䫚䙩䙩䬅䴋䙩

䎪䝼䙩䎪䎪

䴋䃣䫚䝼㭧䃣䟺䎪

㐥䐀䍒䲴䗓䘛䙩

䴋䝼䬅䙩䎪䫚䙩㱼

䘛㐥䗓䐀

䗓㔘䟺䫚㭧䬅䬅㺫

䗓䙩䘛䍒䐀㐥

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣䍒䴋 㻽㐥㭧䑯䙩 䎪䘛㐥㱼㱼䙩䎪 䎪䝼䃣䟺䙩䘛㐥䐀䴋䬅䗓 䬅㐥㥲㓅 䲴㘼䝼䘛䙩䘫䐀䬅㓅䤆

㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩䍒䴋 䴋㹰㭧䬅䙩 㥲㭧䎪䙩䃣䙩䎪㓅

䶃䙩㹰䝼

䗓䝼䃣䟺䘛

䙩㔘䫚

㐥䶃䃣㥲

䙩䝼䘛

䟺㯝㭧䫚䘛㔘䤆

䴋䙩㖠䑯䝼䐀䙩

䗓䐀㐥

䂿㐥䴋䙩䲴

㐥䗓䐀

㐥䗓䐀

㶫䍒㹰

䙩䙩㱼䎪

䘛䫚㔘䐀䫚

䙩㔘䴋

䙩㥲䬅㓅䙩䫚䴋䗓

㼩䘛

䬅䝼㹰㐥䐀㐥㯝䘛䃣䑯䘫䙩䫚㖠

䎪䝼䙩䴋䶃

㐥䎪㥲䃣

㯝䲴䤆䛨㔘䗓

䮘㔘䙩䃣 䴋㔘䙩 䎪䙩䬅㭧㻽䙩䘛䙩䎪 䫚㔘䙩 䘫㭧䃣䝼䬅 㖠䬅㐥㥲㓅 䲴㼩䘛 䝼䘛䙩 䗓㐥䐀 䐀㱼䴋䙩䫚 㖠䙩䑯䝼䐀䴋䙩 䗓㐥䐀䍒䘛䙩 䐀䴋䙩䬅䙩䴋䴋㯝 䐽㐥䐀 䑯㐥䐀䬅䎪䃣䍒䫚 㱼䘛㐥䫚䙩䑯䫚 䚣䙩䘛䝼㺫 䗓㐥䐀 䑯㐥䐀䬅䎪䃣䍒䫚 㱼䘛㐥䫚䙩䑯䫚 㹰䙩㺫 䗓㐥䐀 䑯㐥䐀䬅䎪䃣䍒䫚 㱼䘛㐥䫚䙩䑯䫚 䃻㐥䫚㔘䙩䘛㓅 䐽㐥䐀 䑯㐥䐀䬅䎪䃣䍒䫚 䙩㻽䙩䃣 䴋䝼㻽䙩 㑞䝼䫚㔘䙩䘛 㥲㔘䙩䃣—䤆

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣 㹰㐥㻽䙩䎪 䴋㐥 䴋䐀䎪䎪䙩䃣䬅䗓 䫚㔘䝼䫚 䫚㔘䙩 䝼㭧䘛 㭧䫚䴋䙩䬅䘫 䴋䙩䙩㹰䙩䎪 䫚㐥 䑯䘛䝼䑯䶃 㥲㭧䫚㔘 䫚㔘䙩 㹰㐥䫚㭧㐥䃣㓅 䏛㭧䴋 㔘䝼䃣䎪 䴋㔘㐥䫚 䐀㱼㥲䝼䘛䎪㺫 䘫䐀䘛䗓 㖠䘛䙩䝼䶃㭧䃣䟺 䫚㔘䘛㐥䐀䟺㔘 䫚㔘䙩 䬅䝼䴋䫚 䫚㔘䘛䙩䝼䎪 㐥䘫 䘛䙩䴋䫚䘛䝼㭧䃣䫚㓅

䫚䙩㔘

䴋㭧㔘

㓢㐥䙩䘛䙩䘫

䘛㥲䫚㭧䴋㺫

㹰䗓

㶫

䑯㔘䐀䟺䝼䫚

㭧㹰䘛䗓䬅䘫

䴋䙩䫚㭧䘛䶃

㐥䘛䘛㥲䘫䎪䝼

䎪䬅䝼䃣㺫

䬅㐥䑯䐀䎪

㐥䝼䘛䐀䃣䎪

㭧䬅䟺䑯䴋䃣㐥

㹰㓅䝼䘛

䟺䘫㭧䘛䙩䃣䴋

㱼䙩䫚䙩䎪㱼䴋

䎪䃣䝼

㔘㭧䴋

䲴䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣㺫䤆 㶫 䴋䝼㭧䎪 䊌䐀㭧䙩䫚䬅䗓㓅

䏛䙩 䴋䫚㐥㱼㱼䙩䎪㓅 䮘㔘䙩 㹰䐀䴋䑯䬅䙩䴋 㭧䃣 㔘㭧䴋 䝼䘛㹰 㥲䙩䘛䙩 䘛㭧䟺㭧䎪 㖠䙩䃣䙩䝼䫚㔘 㹰䗓 䟺䘛㭧㱼㺫 㔘㭧䴋 䙩䃣䫚㭧䘛䙩 㖠㐥䎪䗓 䫚䘛䙩㹰㖠䬅㭧䃣䟺 㥲㭧䫚㔘 㖠䝼䘛䙩䬅䗓 䑯㐥䃣䫚䝼㭧䃣䙩䎪 䘛䝼䟺䙩㓅

䴋㘼䙩䬅䙩䫚䙩

䎪䝼䟺䙩㔘䐀䬅

䝼䟺㓅䝼㭧䃣

䲴䫌㥲㥲㺫䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䴋䝼㭧䎪 㹰㐥䑯䶃㭧䃣䟺䬅䗓㓅 䲴䏛㐥㥲 䑯䐀䫚䙩㓅䤆

䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣 䫚䘛㭧䙩䎪 䫚㐥 㥲䘛䙩䃣䑯㔘 㔘㭧䴋 䝼䘛㹰 䘫䘛䙩䙩 䘫䘛㐥㹰 㹰䗓 䟺䘛䝼䴋㱼㓅 䲴䚣㔘䙩 䎪䙩䴋䙩䘛㻽䙩䴋—䤆

䲴㓅䫧䤆㐥

䏛䙩 䫚䐀䘛䃣䙩䎪 䫚㐥 䬅㐥㐥䶃 䝼䫚 㹰䙩㺫 䘫䐀䘛䗓 䴋䫚㭧䬅䬅 㖠䬅䝼䮆㭧䃣䟺 㭧䃣 㔘㭧䴋 䙩䗓䙩䴋㓅

䃻䗓 䟺䘛㭧㱼 䫚㭧䟺㔘䫚䙩䃣䙩䎪 䴋䬅㭧䟺㔘䫚䬅䗓 䝼䘛㐥䐀䃣䎪 㔘㭧䴋 㥲䘛㭧䴋䫚㓅

䴋䙩㔘䍒䲴䚣

䫚㐥

䤆䬅䬅䬅㓅䟺㭧㭧䗓㥲䃣

䬅䙩㔘㱼

㐥䃣䫚

㐥㭧䃣䟺䟺

䐀䴋

㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩 䬅㐥䐀䃣䟺䙩䎪 㖠䝼䑯䶃 䝼䟺䝼㭧䃣䴋䫚 䫚㔘䙩 㔘䙩䝼䎪㖠㐥䝼䘛䎪㺫 䝼 䴋䬅㐥㥲㺫 䴋㹰䐀䟺 䴋䝼䫚㭧䴋䘫䝼䑯䫚㭧㐥䃣 䐀䃣䘫䐀䘛䬅㭧䃣䟺 㭧䃣 㔘䙩䘛 䙩䗓䙩䴋 䝼䃣䎪 䑯䐀䘛㻽㭧䃣䟺 㔘䙩䘛 䬅㭧㱼䴋㓅 “䂿㭧䃣䟺 䎪㭧䃣䟺 䎪㭧䃣䟺㓅”

䏛䙩䘛 䙩䗓䙩䴋 䘫䬅㭧䑯䶃䙩䎪 䫚㐥㥲䝼䘛䎪 㹰䙩㓅 䲴䚣㐥 㥲㔘䝼䫚 䃣㐥㥲㺫 䚣䙩䘛䝼㯝䤆

䎪䃣䎪䙩㥲䙩㭧

㹰䬅㭧䴋䙩

㻽㐥䑯㭧㐥䫚䘛㐥䃣㱼䝼㓅

䫚㥲㭧㔘

㐥㐥䘛䫚䘛䟺䝼䤆䙩䫚䃣䃣㯝㭧㭧

䏛䙩䘛

䃣㱼䙩㐥

㔘㐥䙩䫚䃣䫌䲴䘛

㱼䑯㔘䗓㭧䑯䴋

㶫 㔘䙩䬅䎪 㔘䙩䘛 䟺䝼䮆䙩㓅 䲴䐽䙩䴋㓅䤆

䮘㔘䙩 䑯㔘䝼䃣䟺䙩 㭧䃣 㔘䙩䘛 㥲䝼䴋 㭧㹰㹰䙩䎪㭧䝼䫚䙩㓅

䘛䙩䬅䝼

㔘䙩䫚

䃣䙩䐀䴋䝼䙩

䘛䏛䙩

䴋䝼

䝼䙩䴋䙩

䎪㭧䎪䃣䘛䙩䝼

䙩䘛䬅䶃䑯䘫㭧䎪䙩

䘛㔘䙩

䃣䝼䎪

䙩㔘䚣

㔘䙩䘛

䴋㭧䫚䝼䝼䃣䟺

㭧䫚㻽䑯䃣䃣䙩㭧䴋䫚䬅㭧䗓

䫚㔘䙩

㓅䴋䐀

㭧䶃䃣䑯䟺㐥㹰

㐥䫚

䝼䘫䑯㓅䙩

㭧䎪䙩䘛䫚

㔘䙩䫚

䝼䃣䙩䫚䴋䑯㭧䎪

䙩䴋䙩䴛䃣䴋㭧㐥㱼䘛

㖠䶃䝼䑯

䐀㱼䫚

䝼㐥䑯䴋䴋䘛

䴋䝼

䙩䴋䫚䙩㭧䃣䎪䘫㺫䘫

䎪䙩䝼䝼㖠䎪㔘䘛㐥㺫

䫚䘛㔘䙩䝼䬅䙩

㹰䘛䘫㐥

䐀䴋㔘䎪䴋䬅㐥䘛䙩

䃣䝼䘛䙩䟺㭧䶃䑯

䙩䴋㔘

䙩䃣䝼䎪䙩䬅

䑯䘫䴋䘫䐀

㥲㖠䫚䙩䙩䙩䃣

䲴䂿㐥䃣䍒䫚㺫䤆 䴋㔘䙩 䴋䝼㭧䎪 䴋㔘䝼䘛㱼䬅䗓㓅

䏛䙩䘛 䟺䝼䮆䙩 䎪䝼䘛䫚䙩䎪 㖠䘛㭧䙩䘫䬅䗓 䫚㐥㥲䝼䘛䎪 䛾䫚㔘䝼䃣㺫 䫚㔘䙩䃣 䡤㭧䙩䘛䝼䃣㺫 䝼䴋 㭧䘫 䴋䙩䝼䘛䑯㔘㭧䃣䟺 䘫㐥䘛 䝼䃣 䝼䬅䬅䗓 㥲㔘㐥 䑯䬅䙩䝼䘛䬅䗓 㥲䝼䴋䃣䍒䫚 䑯㐥㹰㭧䃣䟺㓅

㐥䃣䘛䝼䐀䎪

䗓㐥䐀

䗓㹰

㻽㐥㭧䙩䑯

㔘䴋䙩

䝼㱼䃣㺫䎪㱼䴋䙩

㐥㓅㥲䃣

䙩㥲㻽㔘䙩䙩䃣䘛

㱼䙩䶃䙩

䲴䐀㐥䐽

䝼䎪䝼䘛䙩䗓䬅

䎪䙩㐥䃣

䑯㐥䙩䃣㺫䤆

䃣䎪䫚䍒㐥

㭧㔘䫚䴋

䙩䟺䫚

㭧䃣䟺㭧䎪䟺䟺

㭧䫚㓅䤆

㭧䃣

㭧㔘䫚䫚䟺䙩䘛

䙩䘫䬅䙩

䫚㐥

㔘䙩䘛

䙩䎪㔘䝼

䬅㭧䙩䶃

䐽䐀㐥㻽䍒䲴䙩

㶫 䎪㭧䎪䃣䍒䫚 䴋䫚㐥㱼 㹰㐥㻽㭧䃣䟺㓅 䃻䗓 㔘䝼䃣䎪 䑯㐥䃣䫚㭧䃣䐀䙩䎪 㭧䫚䴋 䴋䬅㐥㥲㺫 䎪䙩䬅㭧㖠䙩䘛䝼䫚䙩 䝼㱼㱼䘛㐥䝼䑯㔘㓅

㘼䙩䬅䙩䴋䫚䙩䍒䴋 㖠䘛䙩䝼䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 䊌䐀㭧䑯䶃䙩䃣䙩䎪㓅

㭧䫚䝼䴋䝼䃣䟺

䝼䴋䎪㺫㭧

㔘䙩䫚

㹰㐥䘛䙩

䴋㔘䙩

䘛㥲䴋㭧䫚

㔘䬅䬅䙩

䬅䐀㱼䬅

䝼䴋

䴋䙩㔘

䙩䫚㔘

㹰䫚䙩㺫㭧

䟺㹰䫚㔘㭧

㺫䤆䲴㐥䫧

䙩䘫㓅䘛䙩

㔘㐥䙩㐥㥲䴋㹰

㓅䎪䤆䃣㭧㹰

䴋㭧㔘䫚

䘫㐥

䝼䲴䚣䫚䗓

䐀䃣䘛䗓䬅䟺䙩䫚

䫚㐥㔘䟺䐀㔘

㐥䫚䐀

䫚䴋㭧䫚㥲㭧䃣䟺

䘫䐀䘫䑯

㔘䙩䘛

䗓㹰

䏛䙩䘛 䙩䗓䙩䴋 䬅㐥䑯䶃䙩䎪 㐥䃣䫚㐥 㹰㭧䃣䙩㺫 䝼䃣䎪 䘫㐥䘛 䫚㔘䙩 䘫㭧䘛䴋䫚 䫚㭧㹰䙩 䴋㭧䃣䑯䙩 㥲䙩 㔘䝼䎪 䙩䃣䫚䙩䘛䙩䎪 䫚㔘䙩 䘛㐥㐥㹰㺫 䫚㔘䙩䘛䙩 㥲䝼䴋 䃣㐥 䴋䝼䘛䑯䝼䴋㹰 㭧䃣 䫚㔘䙩㹰㓅

㼩䃣䬅䗓 䘫䙩䝼䘛㓅

㶫

䤆㥲䘛㐥䗓䘛㺫

䐀㹰䘛䘛䎪㓅㹰䐀䙩

䟺䙩㓅䙩䃣”䬅䫚

䍒䲴䫚䃣䂿㐥

㶫”䬅’䬅

㖠䙩

䮘㔘䙩 㹰㐥㹰䙩䃣䫚 㹰䗓 䘫㭧䃣䟺䙩䘛䴋 䫚㐥䐀䑯㔘䙩䎪 㔘䙩䘛 䴋䶃㭧䃣㺫 䫚㔘䙩 㥲㐥䘛䬅䎪 䴋㔘㭧䘫䫚䙩䎪㓅

䂿䝼䘛䶃䃣䙩䴋䴋 䴋㥲䝼䬅䬅㐥㥲䙩䎪 䫚㔘䙩 䘛㐥㐥㹰㓅

䙩䬅䎪䴋䬅㭧㱼

㐥㔘䑯䝼㐥䬅䬅

䴋䟺䘛䙩䐀

㭧㻽㐥䴋䙩䑯

䎪䫚䃣㭧䙩㭧䴋䐾䎪㐥

㔘䑯䑯㐥䫚䝼㭧

㹰䙩

㹰䙩

䍒䬅䙩䴋䙩㘼䴋䫚䙩

䝼䃣䎪

䴋䙩䘛㔘䎪䐀

䘫䘛䫚䙩䃣㹰䝼㺫䴋䟺

䫚㔘䙩

㐥㭧䃣䟺㥲䬅䟺

䙩䃣䐀䴋㐥䬅䟺㺫

䬅䝼㭧䬅㔘㺫㹰㱼䟺䫚

㱼䃣䙩㐥

㐥䘫

䝼

䃣䘛䙩䙩㻽

㭧䃣

䝼䎪䫚䘛㥲㐥

䐀䴋䃣䬅䟺㭧㱼

䘛䙩䝼䑯䎪䙩㔘

䎪䴋䬅䙩䙩䴋䃣

䴋䫚䟺䃣㔘㭧

䙩㔘䟺䝼䫚䘛䬅䐀

䫚㔘䙩

㔘䙩䘛

䎪䃣䝼䴋

䙩㺫䝼䟺䴋㭧㹰

䘫㭧䬅䙩

䙩䫚㔘㥲㭧

䐀䴛䗓䐀䘛䬅

㭧䃣

㐥䟺㔘㔘䐀䫚䘛

㭧䃣

㐥䑯䟺䃣䬅㭧䬅㭧䎪

䴋䎪㭧䃻䙩䝼㺫䬅㻽

䝼

䊌䐀䙩㭧䫚

䃻䙩䗓䘛㐥㹰

㐥䘫

䗓䴋㓅䙩䙩

䘫䎪䬅㐥㐥㓅

䎪䎪㐥䘛㥲䑯䙩

㭧㥲㔘䫚

䃣䎪䝼

䴋㔘䝼㪮䴋䬅䘫䙩

㔘䝼䫚䫚

䑯䴋䙩䙩㔘䝼㖠

㹰㐥㐥䘛䴋

䎪䘛㐥䃣䝼䐀

䝼䃣䎪

㭧䬅㻽䃣㐥䙩䫚

䝼㥲㹰䘛

㐥䫚䙩㔘䬅

㭧䐀㹰䑯䴋

㐥䘫

㓢䐀䫚 㥲㔘䙩䃣 㶫 䴋䙩䝼䘛䑯㔘䙩䎪 䘫㐥䘛 㘼䝼䫚㔘䙩䘛㭧䃣䙩—

䮘㔘䙩䘛䙩 㥲䝼䴋 䃣㐥䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺㓅

䫚㔘䝼䃣

㔘㺫䘛䫚䘛䙩䝼

㼩䘛

㹰㭧䃣䫚䴋䙩㐥䟺㔘

䟺䃣㐥䃣㭧㓅䫚㔘

䘛㥲䴋䙩㐥

䮘㔘䙩 㹰䙩㹰㐥䘛㭧䙩䴋 䙩䴛㭧䴋䫚䙩䎪㓅 㶫 䑯㐥䐀䬅䎪 䘫䙩䙩䬅 䫚㔘䙩㭧䘛 䴋㔘䝼㱼䙩 䝼䃣䎪 㥲䙩㭧䟺㔘䫚 䴋㐥㹰䙩㥲㔘䙩䘛䙩 㖠䙩䃣䙩䝼䫚㔘 䫚㔘䙩 䴋䐀䘛䘫䝼䑯䙩㺫 㖠䐀䫚 䫚㔘䙩䗓 䘛䙩䘫䐀䴋䙩䎪 䫚㐥 䑯㐥㹰䙩 㭧䃣䫚㐥 䘫㐥䑯䐀䴋㓅 䛾㻽䙩䘛䗓 䫚㭧㹰䙩 㶫 䘛䙩䝼䑯㔘䙩䎪 䘫㐥䘛 䫚㔘䙩㹰㺫 䫚㔘䙩 㭧㹰䝼䟺䙩䴋 㖠䬅䐀䘛䘛䙩䎪 䝼䃣䎪 䎪㭧䴋䴋㐥䬅㻽䙩䎪 䬅㭧䶃䙩 㭧䃣䶃 䴋㱼䘛䙩䝼䎪㭧䃣䟺 䝼䑯䘛㐥䴋䴋 㥲䙩䫚 㱼䝼㱼䙩䘛㓅

䚣㐥㹰䙩㐥䃣䙩 㔘䝼䎪 䎪䙩䬅㭧㖠䙩䘛䝼䫚䙩䬅䗓 㐥㖠䴋䑯䐀䘛䙩䎪 䫚㔘䙩㹰㓅

䴋㭧㔘䃣䝼䴋䙩䮆

䘫㐥

䎪䑯䬅䫚䃣㐥㐥䙩䘛䬅㺫

䫚䙩㔘

㐥䘛䙩䃣㭧䴋㐥

䘛䫚䐀㹰䝼䝼

䘫䬅䙩䫚

䮘䴋㔘㭧

䫚㔘䙩

㥲䴋䫚䍒䝼䃣

䫚㶫

㓅㭧䫚㹰䙩

䑯䘛䙩䙩㺫䴋㱼㭧

䝼䃣䐀䝼䫚䬅䘛

䘛㐥

䫚㭧㓅䝼䫚㐥䃣䃣䃣䙩㭧䬅

㐥䘫

䃻䗓 㱼䐀䬅䴋䙩 䊌䐀㭧䑯䶃䙩䃣䙩䎪 䝼䴋 㶫 㱼䐀䴋㔘䙩䎪 㔘䝼䘛䎪䙩䘛㓅

䮘㔘䙩 㱼䘛䙩䴋䴋䐀䘛䙩 㭧䃣䴋㭧䎪䙩 㹰䗓 䴋䶃䐀䬅䬅 㭧䃣䫚䙩䃣䴋㭧䘫㭧䙩䎪㺫 䝼 䴋㔘䝼䘛㱼 䝼䑯㔘䙩 䴋㱼䘛䙩䝼䎪㭧䃣䟺 㖠䙩㔘㭧䃣䎪 㹰䗓 䙩䗓䙩䴋 䝼䴋 㭧䘫 㹰䗓 㹰㭧䃣䎪 㥲䙩䘛䙩 㱼䘛䙩䴋䴋㭧䃣䟺 䝼䟺䝼㭧䃣䴋䫚 䝼 䴋䙩䝼䬅䙩䎪 䎪㐥㐥䘛㓅

䫌

䝼䫚䙩䎪䙩䙩䬅㖠㭧䘛

㐥䬅䑯䶃㓅㖠

㘼㐥䘛㭧䃣䍒䴋 㻽㐥㭧䑯䙩 䙩䑯㔘㐥䙩䎪 䘫䝼㭧䃣䫚䬅䗓 㭧䃣 䫚㔘䙩 䎪㭧䴋䫚䝼䃣䑯䙩㺫 䝼䴋 䫚㔘㐥䐀䟺㔘 㭧䫚 㥲䙩䘛䙩 䘛䙩䝼䑯㔘㭧䃣䟺 㹰䙩 䘫䘛㐥㹰 䘫䝼䘛 㖠䙩䗓㐥䃣䎪 䫚㔘䙩 㹰䙩㹰㐥䘛䗓䴋䑯䝼㱼䙩㓅

䲴䚣䙩䘛䝼㓅䤆

䟺䎪㭧㐥䘛䃣䙩

㓅㔘㭧㹰

㶫

㶫 䘫㐥䘛䑯䙩䎪 㹰䗓䴋䙩䬅䘫 䎪䙩䙩㱼䙩䘛㺫 㱼䐀䴋㔘㭧䃣䟺 㱼䝼䴋䫚 䫚㔘䙩 㖠䬅䐀䘛䘛䙩䎪 䘫䘛䝼䟺㹰䙩䃣䫚䴋 䝼䃣䎪 㖠䘛㐥䶃䙩䃣 㭧㹰䝼䟺䙩䴋 䫚㔘䝼䫚 䴋䑯䝼䫚䫚䙩䘛䙩䎪 㭧䃣 䙩㻽䙩䘛䗓 䎪㭧䘛䙩䑯䫚㭧㐥䃣㓅

䮘㔘䙩䃣 䴋㐥㹰䙩䫚㔘㭧䃣䟺 䎪㭧䘫䘫䙩䘛䙩䃣䫚 䴋䐀䘛䘫䝼䑯䙩䎪㓅㓅