Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

The moment I thought I was dead, somehow I was twenty years younger and my flesh was sixteen.

You look like a child, your brain is an adult! And I'll probably be dead tomorrow! Caha

That's not funny!

Seriously, it's bad.

Since then, I have relied on my own considerations to keep going even straight all day, but the view remains unchanged and only the plains that stretch out in front of me are wide open.

... I was wondering if I was in the wrong direction? If it was going the other way, would there have been about a village?

Human walking speed is only 6 km/h, and when you walk more than a dozen km/h, it's around 4 km/h... you take between them and make it 5 km/h, right?

So, when I started walking, the sun was directly above me, so it was noon, and now the sun is completely down. It's early April in Kanto. The sunset is generally around 18: 00.

In other words, we kept walking at 5 km/h for six hours, so the total distance travelled was 30 km/h. Hey, why don't you go from Tokyo to Yokohama... what do you mean you don't even see any signs of people living in the meantime? I don't even see any animals.

What province is this...?

No way, it's not America or anything, is it?

Stop it, I say Easter Island or Savannah...

I knew it was that one, God is a bit of an asshole.

What do you mean you're gonna save your life and kill me again?

For example, when I was hungry, 10,000 yen came down and said, "Yay, now I can eat! ♪ You're gonna be ♪ But there's no stores around, like, this?

A big titted beauty came to the concert, and the tension skyrocketed, and when I heard the story, I had a boyfriend and I just came to hang out with friends, like? That's what you're talking about, this!?

Please don't lift and drop it!

I'm hungry.

The grass here, it's hard enough to eat... hmm? Of course I tried once. Naturally.... if I could at least tempurally do it, or... No, I can't.

".................................... cold"

It was pompous and warm when the sun was out... but suddenly it got cold when the sun fell.

The hunger echoes on my body.

They say humans can live without drinking and eating for about three days............ modern people aren't that tough.

I feel like I just can't live without a cheap supermarket nearby.

Oh... I had bread ears left in my den... I'd love to have them...

"... I wonder why you were eating bread ears, me... I should have eaten meat or something..."

No matter how much money I got, the rice I ate with it wasn't tasty.

Somehow, I felt like I was eating gravel.

So I was buying bread ears and scum vegetables with the change I picked up on the side of the road. I'm talking about what a man after thirty is doing... that's all I could eat.

Her parents' "falling coin sensor" and the general's "scum vegetable cooking method" were very active.

haha...... out there, probably most useful, of all I've been taught.

Oh......... the damsel's boiled fish is eating... oh, and the boiled fish, but that's it, fried gorillas... that was delicious.

Gori is a generic name for haze-like freshwater fish, sometimes referring to another fish depending on the region. Between us, we used to call Yoshinovori Gori.

You look delicious, but it's elegant, refreshing and delicious.

I squeezed a piece of lemon for fried gorillas... it's a parent's favorite, and I used to work with it...

Yabe... I'm getting hungry...

"Shit! I'm gonna die in here!

I squeezed up all the power I had left in my body.

And then he just turned forward and ran out with all his might!

Might be in a different direction. Better to go back, change direction...... all of those things run away!

Be the first to say, "Here! I decided!

Nothing else, I made up my mind!

Bending it is an escape! You'll never win if you're running away!

I believe in me and live for me! So, run!

Believing there was a bright spot under the darkened sky that would welcome me ahead, I even moved my legs.

Scream from the bottom of your belly, shaking off fatigue, hunger and fear.

And... Huh!

And hey!

.................. exhausted.

Believing in yourself, I can't do what I can't. When you lose, you lose.

Rest in peace.

I can't even move with Pickle anymore.

Hearts contracting hard because of full force disease will also eventually stop.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, world.

So I closed my eyelids.

... the next time I opened my eyes, I was about six years old...

I feel something slightly…

enveloping warmth and hard floors, irregular vibrations......

"... Huh!?

Open the lid and wake up the body.

And there was a strange foreigner in front of me.

... Shit. English is too high a hurdle for me as a middleman.

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A mysterious foreigner talks to me, but I have no idea what you're talking about.

I know it's a hard question sentence...

"Pa, pa-don?

Damn, you can't even get through "Pa-dong"!?

"What?" has to get through. "Uh, what? You can't ask me back!

It's like, "I need a can cut to take out this can cut"!

I mean... what is this guy?

I can't get the word through, so I'll try to reopen and calm down here. Easy, me.

I'm talking about something, but I don't understand. Ignore that and gather the information you get.

First, this foreigner.

It's a man. So, big. I don't know for sure because I'm sitting there, but I'll probably be just under 190cm tall. He has long hair and is tied to one behind him. Is that a bandman? However, my hair is damaged and I don't seem to be taking much care of it.

And he's wearing armor.... cosplay?

I don't know what character it is because I don't watch the animation, but it's very elaborate. It's like making a solid one that really envisages going on an adventure. Cosplay would do just better to look good and then lighten up.

And a weapon. A spear.

What about long stuff in cosplay? Some events are limited in length, and not inconvenient when traveling on trains?

And finally, where we are now.

It is vibrating with rattles and sounds. Looks like he's on the move.

The wooden floors contain large quantities of luggage and the walls and ceilings are covered with cloth.... Is this cloth a front?

If you clear your ears, you'll hear a light hoof.

Right, this guy's a carriage. I'm in the carriage carriage right now.

A large carrier of about three tatami is covered with a large front covering all directions. The front and rear cloths are partly curly so you can probably look out from there. There is a small opening in the front and a large opening in the rear.

So, tons of luggage. Apparently we're carrying this massive amount of luggage.

Carriage means there must be someone outside.

In the carriage, there's only this cosplay guy and me.... Something's wrong with the air. Hey.

Cosplay guys are in their late twenties or so with a puff......

There's a grin on that face looking at me, but that's just nasty. Yes, the guy who's trying to use people often laughs like this.

This guy is a cautious guy.

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The cosplay man speaks in a language that is even more elusive.

If you listen carefully, it doesn't sound English. It's like a language I'm not familiar with in my ears.

... Is this also part of the cosplay?

And as I was observing the man, my belly bug rang out loud on the lid.

... No, 'cause I haven't eaten anything for almost a day now.

The cosplay man grinned and tricked like "wait a minute" with his hands, he started fishing for his luggage.

And he offered me a black chunk.

Is this... bread, or...?

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Talking about something, he now pours golden liquid from the water bottle into the cup and hands it over. I was brought a cup of soup in both hands and something like bread.

... will you?

When I asked him that with my gaze, I don't know if he had passed it on, but the cosplay guy let him try something like "go ahead" with his hand.

Thank you! I'll have it!

I didn't hesitate to crawl into the bread and have a gab of soup.

Huh!? Ko, is this... Huh!?

Madzuck!

"You didn't eat it!? What is this juice!? If you're gonna flavor it halfway, it's better to tasteless, right? So, what's this? Stone? You don't say bread or anything, do you? Apologize to Yamazaki, Diichi and Shikishima, Kola!

I can just eat. Stuff a crude thing in your stomach that you can't even call that much rice.

Spit out all the evil you can. Because if you don't, you're about to slap the very stone-like bread of hate on the floor.

No matter what evil I spit, the cosplay man is smiling. It really doesn't seem to make sense.

Or I have a bad feeling about it from earlier.

This man's style.

The comfort of riding this carriage.

The taste of this fucking unsavory bread.

And the smell of soil and air drifting all the time......

I don't think so.

I don't think that would be possible.

However, as someone who is already experiencing an impossible phenomenon, they cannot dispel the unpleasant imagination.

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A cosplay guy pounded my shoulder and said something and rolled up some of the front in a luxurious way.

The front, which was secured by a rope on the carrier, is partly removed and the cloth on the side is rolled.

It was bright outside and smelled like morning. Apparently, I've been asleep for about half a day.

And the scenery reflected in such a morning sun...

"... this is also like painted..."

There are countless carriages crossing the wide streets covered with bricks and huge walls soaring up in our way. Twenty meters...... that's not enough. Heavy walls with over thirty meters.

There is another heavy gate, about ten meters high, in front of which the carriage queues.

There are countless armed men around the gate, spearing and guarding the area.

Beyond the high and soaring walls, an even higher spire was peeking at his head, a strong indication of its presence beneath the blue sky that exited.

Yes, that's exactly the kind of fantasy world I painted.

If you hadn't timeslipped to medieval Europe.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... are you serious?"

As the carriage approaches the huge gate, the people gathered there become clearly visible.

"Oh... definitely, this..."

The face of the soldier with the spear was a lizard.

Some of them look like cats in a line of carriages. But it's not a cat. Wearing clothes and having a bipedal conversation. The person in the conversation had a sheep face.

If I remember correctly, there wouldn't have been a sheep-sided person in medieval Europe.

In other words, this is a completely different world.

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When I'm conscious of the impossible landscape, the cosplay guy - no, I guess this armor isn't cosplay either in this situation - slaps me in the back with a good look.

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"What do you say? Amazing city, isn't it? 'But he seems to be saying.

If the words make sense, I would definitely say it. 'You didn't make it,' he said.

Eventually the carriage that put me on slowed down and stopped.

As he stepped out of the carrier, the man driving this carriage stepped out of the carrier and walked here.

... his face was a bird.

"It's a bird... is it a literary bird?

"It's not a literary bird, my guest. I am a parrot."

"Oh, that's rude"

"No."

Having said that, the Parrots offered their respects.

What, eh!?

"Why the words!? You can't talk to the guy with the armor over here!? Why with the birds!?

"It's not a bird, my guest. I am a parrot."

"No, I just heard that!

"Ha-ha-ha! You sound surprised."

Talking to the parrot, I heard another voice from behind me.

Looking back, a man who wasn't cosplay- was laughing at me.

"Again, is this the first time you've come to Allbloom? No, rather, you never even seemed to be on a journey. With such gear, it's something I've been able to live with."

The man who suddenly started speaking Japanese nodded like he was impressed when he saw my outfit as giddy.

"Why did the words suddenly come to pass?

"That's right. Because we came under the influence of the Spirit Church."

Turning his gaze, the parrot coughs up and starts explaining.

"Here in All Bloom is Galea Bloom's largest city, with remarkable development under the protection of the Spirit Church. This city brings together a wide variety of ethnic groups and races, making it very difficult to communicate your will. Therefore, our esteemed spiritual god, Alvi, imposed [compulsory translation magic] on this entire city by the power of miracles."

"[Forced Translation Magic]......?

Literally alone, I think I know what that means somehow...

"Under the influence of this magic, no matter who you are or how many words you speak, they are converted into the most familiar words for you to convey. What is converted is words and letters, and when you apply, you can also know the value and the market price of the currency."

"What application? To whom?

"Of course, to the Spirit God Alvi!

The parrot cleverly bends his feathers and asks him to pose for prayer in front of his chest.

Apply to Spirit God......?

I, too, try to imitate the parrot and put my hands together in front of my chest and remember it in my heart.

Uh... I'd like to know the comparison between the currency here and the Japanese yen...

Then suddenly a translucent plate appeared in front of him.

Where there was nothing, the image floated around feeling like the TV was on. I could touch it when I put my fingers close. It feels like a touch panel. Oh, I can scroll.

The translucent panel that emerged, I don't know what the principle is, floats in front of me and stands still.... Is this also due to the power of Lord Alvi, the Spirit God?

If you read the letters on that panel...

"All Bloom's Currency RB (Ruben)

100 yen = 10 RB

20 RB for the average price of bread of wheat, which the general public uses for regular consumption '

- and is displayed.

What an easy system to understand.

"What do you say? It would be convenient."

A man who's not a cosplay says proudly, again, with a good face.

So I guess it's not your feat.... but I won't say it when the words come to pass.

"A lot of people gather here. So nature and merchants get together too. You know, if you can't get through words in a place like that, you're gonna have a lot of problems, right?

I know what you're going to say.

If the words don't make sense, there won't be a business meeting, and I don't know what kind of disadvantages I would suffer, such as a business meeting with an interpreter.

The possibility that the interpreter would be fraudulent, the possibility that the other side would be lumped with "I haven't heard that," the possibility of mere miscommunication or unintentional transmission... I'm not kidding just thinking about it.

But if all of the words and letters were to be converted into a language familiar to themselves, that kind of problem would be solved.

It's just... scams make it harder to work. "I didn't ask. You're the bad business law" is going to be hard to use.

"Oh, yeah. You're late. I'm Big Feather... hey, I'd rather have a name in a world like this... Yashiro. Thanks for your help."

"I'm Norbert. The Wishart merchant who ruled the Thirtieth Ward."

"The Wishart Family to Rule the Thirty Districts" What a name to give, I guess, is a well-known nobleman. And you have to be proud of yourself for being there...

"Heh, that Wishart family! This was helped by someone amazing."

"Hey! We're each other when we're in trouble!

Gahaha and Norbert laughs.

I knew it was a lump of vanity. You look like that.

Nobility means you're rich... the hug there means this guy should be treated pretty well with this guy... well then... for a little while or so... hehe.

All right, let's start here with a salute.

"I'd like to give something back... unfortunately I don't have a companionship... if I could go back home, I might be able to give something back whispering..."

"No, no! Don't worry about it! I just did what I deserved!

And, with that said, Norbert's nostrils were swollen enormously.

It's the face of Hyena, who smelled gold.

That, too, looks like you're sure you can get the money... why? I don't even have a match, and I said I look like just a high school student, but where does it smell like gold............... oh well.

I do my hand in the nostalgia.

Blazer. This guy's giving Norbert certainty.

Norbert's armor is made quite carefully. If Norbert were to be a merchant in the arms of nobility, I guess this armor would fall into a pretty fancy category. And these parrot clothes that look like Norbert's entourage.

but if you let me tell you, it's a mess. Clearly, it looks cheap. The technology is immature.

If this is a luxury item, the average person would be wearing a more dull outfit.

In the meantime, it's my blazer.

Sewing is solid and above all bright in colour. The jacket is bright blue and the tie is english. The trousers are thin grey and the shirt is pure white to wake up to.

No man in such clothes would be so in the nobility.

I mean, Norbert looks at my outfit and assumes I'm noble or related.

He kindly embraced me as a stranger who was going down, divided the meal without hesitation, and transported me, besides, to the city. In Norbert, it would have sold a great deal of grace. 100,000 RB is crap if you convert it to gold. It's a million yen. Still, it would be cheap enough.

Maybe it was a light outfit. If a young man like me had gone down in the middle of the plain without all kinds of gear, it would be normal to think he'd even been in an accident. You're in the mood to help. Of course, in anticipation of a lot of gratuities.

Yeah, yeah. I see.

Different worlds aren't so different from the original.

I don't want to be a real good man.

Guys, I love money.

Oh, my God.

Wow, that sounds like fun, different world.

I... might be able to do it in this world. Naturally, as a fraud.

"Dear Norbert. I will pay the introductory tax."

"Mm-hmm. And then his share, too."

After I said that, Norbert came over to me with a wink and said, "Hold on, you don't have one, do you? ♪ And I've sold you a great deal of grace ♪

Thank you. I'll 'get it'.

A parrot walks to the gate and returns with two soldiers.

Looks like we're going to check the baggage on the carrier.

He said an introductory tax, so he's probably taxed by the luggage he brings into the city.

In that case, more taxes should be levied on high-value items such as gold and silver...

"Mr. Norbert, can I ask you one thing?

"What?

"What's in this package?

"Fur, weapons, salt, fruit,... and the best eyeballs are spices"

"Spices, is it?

"Ah. Baoclea's extremely elegant. Oh, Baoclea, you know what?

"Yes, it's a spice region, right?"

"Oh, are you familiar with that one........................................................................................................................................................."

I'm gonna pretend that Norbert is bumping into me but I can't hear him.

Anyone can tell if you're so proud of yourself. Really, that's a simple Osama.

Having finished checking my luggage like I was used to, I drop off a soldier leaving the carriage, and then I turn to Norberg again.

"Spices are expensive, aren't they? Extraordinarily elegant for Baoclea."

"Huh. Exactly."

Norbert laughs nasty without plumping his nostrils. I can't help but be proud.

Remove the palm-sized cloth bag from the crate you hid on your back looking important.

Looks like there's spices in there. Feels like I saw it, like 200 grams?

"Even Baoclea spices are of good quality and high quality, but this year's spices are out of the group. Usually they say it's worth the same weight of gold, etc... but this guy isn't like that. of gold of the same weight, worth at least twice as much!

That's the finest again.

I'll calculate with Zackli.

When I saw it in Japan, the price of gold was 5,000 yen... cut off as 5,000 yen, at 200 grams x... yah, a million yen!? Besides, at least twice that means... two million yen for that little bag!?

"So, full of those bags... is there a place called 200,000 RB?

"No, no, no. This would be half a million RB, but it would be cheap."

Five million... I want it. ……………………………… OK.

"Oh, excuse me. Can I go to the bathroom for a minute?

"Bathroom? It's not here, is it?

"I'm going to do it in the shadows of the area."

"Oh, be careful......... shall I follow you?

"It's okay, because I'm not a child. Oh, yeah, would you look at this stuff? It's very important, so if you drop it, it's hard."

That said, I put the cheap purse I had missed in front of Norbert.

I know what Norbert thinks. I grew anxious that I would disappear. So I'm going to leave what I said was' important '. This way, you'll feel safe coming back.

And having this purse 'watched' makes a lot of sense.

"Oh, okay. Well, sometimes it's hard to get out with you. But hurry up. Because it's time to finish paying."

"Yes! I'll be right back"

The reply is clear, refreshing. This, the iron rule of fraud.

I get out of the carriage, make sure I sew between the other carriages, and I approach the gate.

My sight shows the back of a parrot at Norbert's. Looks like you're paying your soldiers taxes.

Running over there.

"Oh, what have you done?

The parrot noticed me. Turn around.

I smile and approach, peeking into the form the parrot is filling out.

"No, I was wondering what the intake process was like"

Seems like a good deal, looks through the paperwork with Humph.

It's really converted to Japanese.

Taxes are written for each product and calculated in detail.

"Hey, you. Out of my way!

You got mad at me for deliberately peeking into the paperwork, a soldier pushes my body hard.

Just waiting for me, I fall down in a grand way and get up scratching my neck.

"Come on... it's terrible, I can't believe you pushed it..."

And, as he said, he drops the five hundred yen balls that were hidden in his collar with a wax.

Charlene and her five-hundred yen balls bounce on the cobblestone, sounding a delicious metal sound.

"Oh, Yabe!

Leaking those words, I pick up the 500-yen balls that fell under the guise of a rushed breeze and turn them into pockets.

Seeing my series of actions, a soldier frowns in surprise.

"Hey. What's that?

"What, now?

"It's what I just hid! Let it out."

"Ah, Ikenai. I think Mr. Norbert will be worried if we don't get back soon. Well, that's what I'm talking about!

That's all I said, I left the scene in a fierce dash.

"Wait a minute!

Shake off the soldiers' voices and head back to the carriage.

Once I checked the rear, a parrot was being held up by soldiers in my place.

In every world, but counterfeiting coins is a felony.

I took a look at the coins in circulation in this city that the parrot was paying for... well, it was a poor quality silver coin. Sterling silver, I guess, but the color is dull and the pattern is simple. I guess manufacturing technology is immature.

It had an appearance that did not resemble the Japanese five hundred yen.

Drop such a blatantly different quality coin, even that suspicious behavior. It would be natural to be suspected.

As a result, the poor parrot became a prisoner.... because of me.

When I returned to the carriage, I told Norbert that the parrot had been captured.

'Maybe they suspect I have a counterfeit coin'.

And then Norbert snorted and got angry.

"It's disrespectful of you to suspect me like that! No disrespect to me is no disrespect to the Wisharts! I'll never overlook it!

- He ate me up real good.

"Okay, Mr. Norbert. You should go protest now!

"Uhm!... but you can't leave the carriage like this..."

"It's okay! I'll take a good look!

"Right. Okay, do that. I'll talk to the soldiers!

Flying out of the carriage, Norbert ran towards the gate.

What's left of the carriage is me and countless baggage. And five million yen of spices.

Ugh. I'd love to keep it up, but it seems this city is the only place where the word makes sense, and I'm definitely sorry to turn back to that plain again.

Let's just say I have to go through one more thing...

I couldn't keep my face from burning with a bag of spices in my hand.

Five million to five million to ra-ra.

A few minutes later, Norbert and the parrot return to the carriage with the soldiers.

"Good. Are you there? Now if I'd let you go, I'd have frogged you!

Frogs?

What are you talking about, this guy?

Hi, Norbert seems terribly excited.

Instead, he bumps his anger at me without hiding it from me.

"Do you want me to explain!?

"Explain what?

"Don't be silly! If you listen to me, you are the cause!?

"Cause.................. what?

"Kisa well!?

Norbert tightens my collar.... painful. But here I dare to give you an extra grin.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but hey."

"You must be hiding a fake coin!? You made me suspicious!

"I don't have counterfeit coins, but hey"

"Don't lie to me! We're gonna frog!?

Frogs again?

What, a proverb or something?

But for now...

"Is that evidence, too?

"What?"

Norbert's power is finally weakened here.

I correct my collar and smile like I provoke Norbert.

"This is proof that I have counterfeit coins."

"Huh. There is."

Norbert laughs proudly as if he was waiting for my word.

And what I took out was my wallet.

"This must be your belongings, right?

And he casually pummeled the contents of his wallet on the spot.

Thousand yen and 10,000 yen each, coins are revealed... for a total of twelve thousand two hundred and eighty-six yen.

...... soba. Until recently, I was a social worker, so the feeling... is this what high school students are like, the contents of their wallets.

"How about that! Many of these coins I've never even seen! A merchant, I assure you! There is no such coin in circulation anywhere!

"Absolutely, is it?

"Hmm! Don't lick it! I'm a merchant! I know and have handled coins from all over the world!

"Well, let's make a bet"

"You say it's a bet?

"If this coin is in circulation somewhere, pay my introductory tax"

"What if it's not in circulation?

"Whatever you want to frog"

"Don't forget that word, okay?

"Mr. Norbert."

With absolute confidence, Norbert grins.

but the victory and defeat were decided immediately.

Like when I checked the rates here earlier, I asked Alvi, the Spirit God, to offer me a ratio of currency.

"100 yen = 10 Rb"

and is clearly displayed.

"Stupid......"

Norbert opens his mouth gently.

Well, you don't have to know. It's money from another world.

In the meantime, this will get me into the city. With the luxury of Norbert.

Nice, extravagant. Best.

"You, if this is not a counterfeit coin, why did you do such a confusing imitation!?

"I don't care if they say it's confusing. I just rushed to pick up the change you dropped, didn't I? Money is important. Is something wrong?

"Ugh..."

"You're the one who took it personally wrong. I have nothing to do with it. Didn't I?"

"Gu............!

There doesn't seem to be any sound, so I just decided to disperse.

"Well, here I am. Thanks for the ride. And an introductory tax."

Waving away from the carriage.

And a tremendous rage flew from behind me.

"Wait a minute, you!

Dosdos and Norveil come stuffed with momentum that is likely to break the cobblestone.

When the collar is tightened again, it will not be easy, so this time we will confront each other at a moderate distance.

As he flickered his impending arm, Norbert gave up catching him and uttered words.

"Where did you do my spices!?

"Spices? Oh, then, bad people stole them"

".................................... what?

You don't understand what I'm saying, Norbert. He exposes himself.

But eventually, as he remembers his anger, Norbert dyes his face bright red.

"You promised to protect the spices!

"I didn't, that's a promise"

"Are you going to throw up a lie!?

"He said it wasn't a lie. I didn't promise you that."

To put it perfectly, Norbert began to tremble his body as a mess.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... I'm gonna frog you!

When he shouted, Norbert pointed at me and raised his voice loudly.

"The Judgement of the Spirit." Huh!

The voice echoed in the sky, and a light enveloped my body.

What is this? "Judgement of the Spirit"?

"This man lied! Make me a frog!

"Wait, I'm not lying!

"Now apply for a reference to the conversation record" Cumbassation Records "at that time!

When Norbert said so, a translucent panel appeared in front of him.

'I don't think it's disrespectful to suspect me like that! No disrespect to me is no disrespect to the Wisharts! I'll never overlook it!

'Okay, Mr. Norbert. You should go protest now!

'Uhm!... but you can't leave the carriage like this...'

'It's okay! I'll take a good look!

'Right. Okay, do that. I'll talk to the soldiers!

What, this?

The conversation at that time is saved as a letter, finely, accurately and unmatched.

You have such a record... Besides, I can't believe it's such an easy reference...

This then...

You can't lie in this city, can you?

"Ha-ha-ha! Look at that!

Norbert points to a translucent panel, as he proudly won.

'Cause I'll take a good look!' The part.

"Don't you have a clear promise! Protect the spices!

"............ Ha? Spices...... 'Protect'?

My heart is still buggy, but I know more or less what Norbert did and what he wants to say.

You can't leave here. Not even if they come in. Other things like being stepped in.

Push him back, say it back, slap him back.

Just calm down.

Calm down.

With an extra look.

I'm a top con artist.

"Is my eye crazy? I don't see 'protect' anywhere..."

"Become!? You idiot! Though 'looking at luggage' in this stream would mean 'keeping your luggage safe from being stolen'!

"No? I don't think so."

"... what, you say?

"'I'll see' is just 'I'll see'. Nothing more or less.... you 'assumed' on your own again?

"Oh no..."

To my words, Norbert fluttered his legs like he had a dizziness.

"Well... what were you... doing?

"It's exactly what it says here. I've been watching."

"Mi, if you were watching, why was it stolen!?

"All the time, 'cause I was just watching'"

"............ what?

"Even where spices get nostalgic for bad people, they're" watching. "

The expression disappeared from Norbert's face.

And the light that was enveloping my body scratched out, too.

Apparently, "The Judgement of the Spirit" is over.... I could win, is that okay?

"Well, I'm going now. If you're still complaining, tell the spiritual god who forgave me."

Now it's time to put one hand up and I walked away refreshed.

... my heart, it was buck-buck though.

What the hell, that!?

"The Spirit's Judgement," what the hell!?

Make a frog? That, but if I was lying, would they have frogged me?

I'm not kidding.

And then, the conversation record, Cumbassation Records!

Do you have that? Be the first to say it!

I almost frogged!

The recklessly lying crook is third-rate.

The real thing is, I don't lie in the dark.

Choose words that aren't lies, but aren't true.

That's a good example of what I just saw. It's up to them to mistake it for 'watch = protect'. I'm not responsible here.

And one more thing.

"Bad people stole it"

This word.

Bad people who steal leave the scene just as soon as the job goes well.

- What a assumption, so they shrug my legs.

I take the most elegant spices out of my nose.

The 'bad guys' who work stealing were right in front of you guys the whole time.

This is never a lie either.

Well, if you dare argue who's at fault, I won't hesitate to answer like this.

'He's an idiot to be fooled,' he said.

Thus, I set foot in a city where strange and troublesome magic was practiced by the power of a spiritual god for no reason.

To All Bloom, which the humans of this world call 'a city where lies cannot be thrown up'.