Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

I've never felt so horrible at night.

What is this world!?

In the middle of the night, it's seriously dark!?

The moon is almost hidden, I can't see the stars at all in the countryside, I mean, it's been cloudy all night, and, naturally, there's no street light, and none of the houses even see the light turning off and leaking early.

The only thing that was glowing was the cat's eye.

I'm so scared!

"Hih!? I said!

I almost cried!

I cried a little!

After teaching my asshole and favorite clerk how to be worldly, I left the dining room and walked looking for a bunk.

It was dark everywhere, naturally in a convenience store or a comic book coffee shop.

Seriously, the neighborhood with the bigger numbers seems to have a low standard of living, and there's not one inn. I guess nobody stays in the 42nd arrondissement or anything.

Even if there was an inn, I don't have any money.

That's why I went wild in... the horrors of darkness... even I didn't believe in ghosts or anything. You shrunk up in fear.

No, he's a ghost or something cute.

Anyway, this is a different world. I wonder what kind of beast might be lurking.

Even a giant frog... I wish those people would come out of the darkness... no, I just thought I was staring over the darkness... I thought I'd shrink too much and be a girl.

That's why I trembled with joy when the sun gave me a peek in my face.

I've been worshipping the rising sun.... Oh, this is what it feels like to have a country grandmother worshipping the sunrise, and I feel smudged.

In the end, I can't sleep a whole night, my head is gunning, my eyes are sippy, and my feet are fluffy.

But there are two things I found out at this dawn.

There are beasts and beasts in this city.

I just said, it was a cat that was glaring in the dark, but that was definitely a cat.

But the bipedal cat I saw at the gate is probably a species called the Cat Nation.

Animals of the same lineage, with beasts and beasts.

I don't feel the same way about humans and monkeys, but what's going on with the line drawing?

Is there a sense of fellowship or something?

Do you understand the words?

... mystery.

The first thing I found out about this.

Birds, like cats, are also distinct from the Tri (which I guess would be finely classified among birds because there were parrots...).

Early in the morning, when I heard the hens roar, I rushed there. Whatever it is, because I wanted to be relieved to see the creature. Then, ahead of us, the Tri were picking up bird eggs.

"You gonna eat? When I asked," Of course I did, "the answer returned," You lay eggs, too? "When asked, a flat hand flew in.... It seems to be sexual harassment for Tori opponents. Let's be careful.

What I mean is, what are you trying to say, that the Tri eat birds? They don't even eat together, and they don't even seem disgusted in the first place.

Probably keeps birds for meat, too.

If so, you can see that there is no sense of fellowship.

... is the second thing I found out.

Oh, and then there's another one.

I don't know the gender of the Beast people just by looking at them.

Tosaka, Tategami, anything distinctive would be easy to understand...

Well, that's why, in the finally rising sun, I started acting fast.

Never again will you enter such darkness. How long of a trembling wait for dawn...... my heart broke pounding.

Inn first! We need to ensure a safe bunk!

Money for that, too! We need to get the money we can spend in this world.

You can sell spices later. Use any means you can to get the money!

By the end of today! More than a night's stay! Whatever!

So I walked around the 42nd arrondissement.

I was wondering if the change had dropped!

... I didn't.

Right.

The poorest neighborhood in the city. There's no way these people are gonna leave their change behind. "Metropolis if you want to pick up change" is the stone of coin hunters.

Ideally, it's a place where people think it's "not worth picking up until you crouch down".

Zach, Zach, I can pick it up.

By the way, if there was a big festival at Gion level, the time to go is tomorrow morning. Interestingly enough coins are dropping in the streets where the nightclubs lined up. Shopping at the festival involves a lot of change. On top of falling easily, I am hesitant to kneel down and pick it up because of the crowd. No, and some of them don't notice.

That's where I've picked up less than 20,000 yen in change. I felt like a winner in my life.

Just have to be careful with 'peers'. So to speak, we have to be careful not to find the change because people who don't have a house and are a little in trouble with money are searching around for change for the price and seriously. To be discovered means immediate, death.

Don't play with that... it's a dangerous job.

Fortunately, I never met such 'peers' in this 42nd arrondissement.

That's right. I didn't drop any change, did I?

So much walking around and no results...... damn.

However, thanks to this, the geography of District 42 was generally grasped.

Around the wetlands that were adjacent to the thirtieth arrondissement are the most lonely, from which they come to life as they approach the forty-first arrondissement. More homes, shops, etc. began to be scattered, and inns were discovered.

And on a hill close enough to the border with District 41, there was an awesome big building.

That's probably the Lords' Hall that will rule District 42.

Proof of this was that the vicinity where the Lords' Hall was located was well maintained and quite small and beautiful.

I guess there are disparities within the district.

Lords adorn themselves as they show their power.

I guess that nearby city is the highest standard in this forty-second district....... low. Well, well, to the extent that they don't have to be seen.

The cafeteria called "Yangdu Pavilion", which housed the favorite clerk, was among the 42 districts, among other things, built in a low-level area.

Well, the guests aren't coming either.

The wetlands are on the western side of District 42. On the south side there is an outer wall, beyond which the forest appears to be spreading.

There is a somewhat flourishing area on the east side, with the north side becoming a cliff cut off as well as beyond the wetlands. This would mean that District 42 is built to the west and north on a cliff and to the south like a trail surrounded by the city's exterior walls.

... Wow, shady location.

In the meantime, in the spirit of "If You Want Money, Go Where There Are People," I take to the flourishing east region.

Is the time before noon? Time was crushed by the good feeling thanks to the fact that we had been roaming around the 42nd arrondissement since just after dawn. If the store isn't open in the early morning, there won't be anyone.

I'm finally starting to look lively. I'm going to bra around the city.

First of all, observation.

Is there about half a dozen humans and beasts in District 42? Seeing people go to the city, it seems so. By the way, "Beastman Nation" is the name I decided to call my own by putting together dogs, cats, birds, fish and others, people walking on two legs like humans. I don't know the official name.

Dogs and cats are few and I feel like they have a lot of sheep and lizards.... Sheep might be a little beautiful to look at this way...... no, they're way out of the strike zone though.

Chemo-eared daughters would have it.

There seems to be a wide variety of races living in the city.

But...... after all, there are no frogs alone.

Even though there were so many in the wetlands. I don't see anything in the city.

"Ma, wait!

I heard such a voice when I stepped into a big street wide open

It's a big street on Main Street in District 42. There are liquor bars and cafeterias on both sides of the road, about the same width as two carriages.

In the middle of such a great comeback, one human being was grounded.

In front of the man, a man with a face, such as a muscular mucky, however villain, stands fluttering. This is the type of face that at first glance makes me think, "I don't want to get involved", with my chin mustache stored in my shaved skinhead.

"Wait, it's you. I've waited long enough, haven't I?

Strong faceted Macchio says in Dos' resourceful, wild voice, looking down as he peeks into the dugout.

"If I can't keep my word, I'll have to get you to be a frog"

"Ya, please! No, please! Please, that's all!

"Unfortunately, that is the decision of the Spirit God"

"Ma, wait... Huh! Please!"

The dusty man with his face up clutches his face with tears and runny nose and leads to a strong face macho.

Like ridiculing such a grounded man, Strong Face Macchio said away in a wild voice.

"The Judgement of the Spirit." Huh!

Immediately after the strong face Macchio declares, the entire body of the dugout man is enveloped in a pale light.

"Wow!? No. Aah!

A crying dirt man on his ass, a strong faceted macho emerges a translucent panel. "Conversation Record".

"Look, look at this. It would be clearly written here, wouldn't it? 'Return exactly the money you borrowed by the due date'. You said that in your own mouth, didn't you?

"Chi, no...... or give it back! I will definitely give it back, just a little more............ Ugh!?

He was a dutchman who started excusing himself, but suddenly he suffered.

The light, pale and blue, that surrounds the whole body gradually increases redness, resulting in a dazzling amount of light as well.

"Hey..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Leaving such a scream, the dutchman disappeared.

After the dazzling light cleared, what was there was a big frog about 80 cm long.

Wearing borough clothes, the clothes and equipment worn earlier by the dugout man were scattered all over the ground.

............... no way, that frog was the dungeon guy just now?

Seriously, you can turn me into a frog...

"Well, I'll take care of this equipment and your house, your family, your other possessions."

"Kellogg! Kellogg!

A giant toad continues to squeal in a desperate voice as he bends over and collects his gear.

"Temee... don't touch me!

The fierce strong face Macchio punched the frog and kicked it up or no or its face.

Frogs roam the universe like cotton bumps, rolling two or three turns over the ground.

"Frogs are more abandoned than spiritual gods! Temehe has just been stripped of all his rights as a person! No one can complain if I kill Temehe here! If you figure that out, just get out of my sight!

He is showered with horrible anger and the frog manages to get up on his fluttering feet.

There was no one to reach out for salvation, even though he looked around with Kyorokyoro and showed a bare gesture like asking for help.

On the contrary... the gaze of those around him who were directed at frogs contained a colour of contempt.

What the fuck?

When you become a frog, your human rights disappear?

I've just been human... Is that what 'frogs' are in this city...

The frog dropped his shoulder and ran away crying heavily, wondering if he had burst into tears in his slightly popping eyes.

Frogs headed west of the city...... in the direction of the wetlands.

This is the rules of this city.

Is it the set rule of the Spirit God that unites this city?

So there are no frogs in the city, and the dutchman is afraid to be a frog, and the angry one breathes that he will frog the other?

What a horrible city.

Does lying mean you lose even your human rights?

I saw something I didn't like.

I don't mean to be sympathetic to the dugout man in any way... but I find myself disgusted by the appearance of a strong faceted macho who happily picks up the dugout man's luggage.

I don't know...... I felt full of scorn, like I was watching a big idiot catching an idiot and rejoicing.

Let's just get out of here.

For now, I don't want to get involved with that strong faceted macho.

I was going to walk down the boulevard like this, but in order to go down the boulevard, I have to go by the strong face macho.... I don't like that.

I had no choice but to step into the store that was nearby.

It looked like a tavern, with a square table and several chairs cluttered.

Even during the day, there are customers in for the price. There seems to be a lot of guests coming for lunch, but some of them have been drinking since daylight.

As soon as I came in, there was a counter, and a well-width man with a broken ear like Bulldock on his head called out to me, "There you are," he said.

I walk past the counter, pick a table where no one is sitting and sit down.

A young lady from the clerk immediately came to me to ask for an order.

"Have you decided what to drink?

For mouth...?

The ear of a girl with burnt skin in wheat had a draped ear like a golden retriever. The buttocks have tails.

Is this a store run by the Dogs?

Staring at his tail, the dog ear clerk hid his butt in the basin he had and said, "Etch!" and gazed at me adorably.

What, this guy. Isn't that a little cute?

Oh, and I thought I'd get a little excited today!... Oh, I didn't have any money...

Well, should I run away again?

"What do you have for booze?

"There's ale and beer in the wine."

The girl laughing without giving in says in such a casual tone that she even finds herself familiar.

That's fifty points for customer service. Well, I drank it. This might be more popular with the guys.

... booze.

"Do you have any soft drinks?

"Grapefruit juice or grape juice"

"Well, grapefruit juice, please"

After this, I think I'm going to have to do everything I can. Let's not drink.

When I gave the order, the clerk smiled and offered me his right hand.

"Twenty RB!

"... Huh?

"Grapefruit juice is 20 RB!

"Huh..."

Advance!?

No, well. If you pay in advance, you can prevent food escape. Wow, that's a simple story.

Is that the normal system in a city like this?

But here we go...

I don't have a match.

Peek into Chirali and the Dog Ear clerk.

With a Kyoton face, he offers his right hand all the time.

Is it possible to say "no money" and leave now?...... It's awesome though.

"Customers. If he came to us with the intention of eating away, he wouldn't shut up, would he?

The dog ear clerk says with a smile.

You smile... so powerful. I felt my canine teeth glow sparklingly.

You know what, Dad? That fucking fat guy at the counter...... no, he's just the right width...... I don't care how cloudy the expression is. I guess he'll convert "fat" in "Forced Translation Magic" anyway...... that fat guy is his father?

... Good, you don't look like your father.

"Oh, customers. Sa. 2. 0. RB. Huh!

Strengthened pressure from clerks.

Shit. When I say "no money" here, I feel like I can't get out safely...

What do we do... How do we cut through...

Thinking about it...

"Ooh, here! That would be my seat! Out of the way!"

Suddenly, I heard a wild rage from the entrance to the tavern.

Turning around, an earlier strong faceted macho was just about to be attributed to the man sitting on the counter.

... Wow, you don't have to come to this store... I think I've gone into the worst.

"... Also, the guy from Godfreads"

The clerk is tongue-in-cheek and staring at the strong side macho sitting in the back seat pushing away the guests who were at the counter.

Is he called Godfreads?

"You know him?

He doesn't know him. He's not in District 42.

The dog ear clerk put his face close to my ear and told me in a whispering voice trying to hide his mouth in the basin.

"He's a takeover guy with a 42nd arrondissement in his territory. He took all his money and made fun of me."

"Debt should be properly repaid"

"Oh my God!

Has Xing come on board, the dog ear clerk has a lively eye, put his index finger up and flutter in front of me.

"He's got a bent personality, he demands more money than he borrows, he even claims money he can't remember."

"It's a fraud."

"That's what he can't judge in The Spirit's Judgment. Even if you think it's absolutely strange, when you look at the conversation record Cumbassation Records, he's totally more right..."

It's a typical con ploy.

When I'm listening, it sounds like nothing's wrong, but when I open the lid, I say, "It's different story!". But that's what the contract says, and you end up settling in the conclusion that 'it's worse if you didn't listen properly'.

Is that kind of business going to be made in this city too......... how do you do it? Interested.

"And he likes to corrupt people to frogs more than anything. You don't have a bad taste at all."

"What happens to frogged humans?

"How so. I don't care, that's where my life ends."

"The end of my life?

"Well. I can't live as a human anymore. Nobody's trying to help anyone who's frogged."

"Even inside you?

"I can't believe my family got frogged......... it's decided I never want anyone to know. If that happens, you'd better lie about 'I died of a sudden illness'."

What's better...

It's weird that you take the risk of becoming a frog to hide the fact that your body has become a frog.

"Can a person who has become a frog never go back to what he was?

"You have to keep your promise to go back."

"So you can go back, huh? What happens to human rights when we get back? You're coming back to life? You stay stripped? How's the family reacting?

"Hey, what, customers? Someone I know turned into a frog?

"Oh no... I've never been to this city before and I'm a little surprised. Because I just saw someone frogged."

Oh, no, no.

No way, you can't say that because you're more likely to be a frog.

Have you been obsessed and overheard? I need to weigh myself a little.

"I wish I could fulfill my promises later, but if I didn't keep my due date or break my promises I can't override later, I guess I'm out already"

"I see."

"Then, if I can go back to being human, I'll treat you the same way I did before. Humans live under the protection of the Spirit God. It also revives your dignity as a person"

Just like before?

Is that possible?

How about the abandoned side, the abandoned side? Will you be able to treat the guy who abandoned you the same way you did before?

In the first place, it's too much of an impossibility for you to say that you're alive one day because of a sudden illness.

Either way, it sounds like your life is over when you're a frog, in this city.

"But, you know, I still kinda hate acts that maliciously corrupt someone to a frog. So I hate him so much!

Bae, the dog ear clerk tongues toward Godfreads.

What is this girl, a little cute?

And, having that conversation, the man who had his counter seat sidelined by Godfreads earlier came to the table in front of me. Is it more accurate that you have been evacuated?

At the previous table there are three familiar men, poking and pointing and laughing at each other to make fun of the man who has been evacuated.

"You, what are you running from? Gatsun or something."

"Don't be impotent!... Godfreads, huh? If you defy me badly, they'll make you a frog."

"to, but you don't like him, do you, that guy"

"All right. I'll tell you what I'm saying."

"Stupid! Stop it, seriously!

As far as conversation is concerned, is that Godfread a notorious hater?

Even if it's a certainty not to die a lot, it's a race that I want you to feel hard about while you're alive.

You think you decide to smash your pinky finger into the corner of Tans every morning?... Is that easy?

"But it's him. I'd like to punch you for about a shot."

"Ha, you can't do it. They're gonna kill us half."

"Yes, yes. Godfreads are a level where no swordsmanship, no martial arts, no teeth for those adventurers."

"In my delusions, I'm already bummed."

Men who talk like that and laugh gahaha.

The dog ear clerk looks at the men with a frightened look.

............... Oh, this doesn't smell like gold!

"What, it's just in paranoia. Shinobo."

When I sighed like a wazzle, the men at the previous table stood up in unison.

You stare at me with a scary face.

No, um... I'm scared, so could you stop that face?

"You can afford to punch him in the face, can't you?

"Ouioi, you're gonna get too fuzzy and frog all the time, boy?

My provocation devoured a man who got kicked out of the counter seat.

'Fukashi' means' slap a big mouth '....... aren't you biased by the words to be translated?

Maybe we'll need to look into it properly someday.

"Well, you can't freak out and get away with it,"

"Huh!?

"Well, if I don't mind, I can come back here unharmed."

"Ho... so you want me to do it? You punched him in the face of Godfreads, didn't you? It's not Osama next door, it's Godfreads' faces', okay?

Is this how you persistently overlap words in order to keep promises in The Conversation Record, Cumbassation Records?

I see. Some people get anxious if they don't overlap words carefully like this, which means that verbal fraud is so rampant...... that's funny.

Most importantly, you're an amateur who wastes time on words, but you won't be my opponent.

Fraud is a confirmed duck the moment you think "I don't want to be fooled".

"I can punch Godford in the face."

Every word I said, I dared to emphasise.

The men say, "Oh..." and leak their exclamation. Paralyzed by cleanliness?

When I saw it, the dog ear clerk also looked at me and turned his eyes round.

"Well, shall I ask you to hit me? From now on, immediately!

The man who got his seat taken by Godfreads eats at me half as mucky.

You don't seem to like the fact that I said I could beat the Godfreads that I ran off with my tail wrapped around.

Short-hearted people are also scam ducks, Osama.

"Why don't we make a bet before then? If you pay me in advance, I'll give you four times more."

"Holy shit!

"Me too!

"Of course, me too!

"Bye, me too!

All four of the Osama's in front of us came aboard.

"The hanging is 1,000 RB a bite. How much do you bet on that?

When I say that, Osama and the others keep their mouths shut and say, "1,000 RB if you can't hit me! answered."

One bite for everyone... Adventure, Osama!

Shh. Stir it up a bit.

"Ha... you're a bunch of people. That's why you can lick it. You guys live in the shade for the rest of your lives. Yeah, why don't we move to the wetlands? You look great."

"What!?

"You can't keep your mouth shut if they say so!

"Okay, then I have three bites!

"Four bites this way!

"I have three mouths!

"Me too!

13,000 RB for the four of us...... well, like this. It's 130,000 yen in Japanese yen.

Thirty grand, you can take the inn or something.

The Osama guys, blinded by the fourfold dividend, all give me the hanging money in advance.

Oh, hey.

"Hey, clerk. What are you gonna do?

"Oh, me!? I'm a pass! I'm not interested in gambling."

"Well, don't say that. If I hit him, would you luxury a glass of grapefruit juice?

"Oh, just that? If that's all.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Hit me in the face and I'll treat you to a cup!

"That's settled."

Thus I got 13,000 RB and a complimentary drink voucher and walked out toward the Godford sitting counter.

Are you afraid of Godfreads, there was nobody in the counter seat.

The unfortunate master is making his body smaller in the counter without being able to escape.

To such a ragged counter seat, I slip back.

"What, what about Temehe? Are you complaining about me?

Suddenly you're "complaining"......... you're aware you're living a way that you can complain to others, this guy.

But, well, I'm not here to blow a fight.

I'm here to talk business.

"Want to make a bet?

"You say it's a bet?

"Ah. I'll shoot you in one shot..." In just one shot, "KO, can you do it?"

"Damn, ha, ha! You're gonna kick my ass with your fucking arm. Take a break from jokes, too! That's not true, it has to be a bet!

Godfred opened his mouth and laughed heavily.

Hmm. Sounds like a good grab.

"It's not a bet, or... how about that one?

"Am I?"

"You have to try, everything."

That said, put it down to slap 10,000 RB over the counter.

"If you're not sure, I hope you're down."

"... the kid..."

On top of the 10,000 RB I gave out, Godfread slammed 10,000 RB with strength as if it was also a grudge against the counter.

"Superior. Call me what you want."

Face, scared!

This guy's gonna fight back with a conditional reflex or something, right?

All right, let's go.

Looking at it for too long, it looks like it's going to tick me off, so I'm just going to get it done.

I swung my right arm wide and punched my full right straight into Godfread's cheek.

- Pei.

It can't even be called a sound, it sounds like a light clash.

...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

My arm! The base of my finger is broken! You must have!

Seriously, it hurts! I want to cry!

On the other hand Godfreads............ I was surprised to see my eyes wide open because my punch was too soggy.

"............ heh, as rumors have it, don't do it quite. The battle is yours."

That's all I said, I left the counter.

There's nothing more to talk about. Then I just want to get away.

'Cause I'm scared of that guy's face.

I'm sure Godfreads won't know what that means.

All of a sudden he shows up and bets as much as 10,000 RB, and my sincerity goes home with a little punch to.

You look weak, and you're actually super strong. Or maybe I imagined it.

"This man must have a chance," he said. "Otherwise he can't challenge such reckless battles". Most importantly, "there's no such thing as an idiot losing 10,000 RB for such crap," that's what I would have thought.

But it's okay.

From my perspective, I got 3,000 RB for free and 30,000 yen for Japanese yen. Round money.

I'll give you as much as you want, like another hundred thousand. My nostrils don't hurt.

Returning to his seat, he was greeted by Osama, who looked subtle.

"Hey, what are you talking about? The Godfreds are pimping, aren't they?

"Ha? Did I say a word about 'stunning Godfreads'?

All I said was the word 'punch the face of the Godfreads'.

And so, brilliantly, I tried to do what I had to.

Where's the problem?

Cottori...... and a glass is placed in front of him.

It was the dog ear clerk who brought a glass lined with grapefruit juice poured.

"Sure, I hit him in the face... but I don't know... it's awesome, it's mocking?

I'll tell the dog ear clerk who looks as subtle as rolling a bitter bug over his tongue.

Refreshing.

"That Moya Moya will make you an adult."

What I was really looking forward to, when I actually experienced it, wasn't, what a rotten thing.

People grow up with such moya moya.

Thus, I indulged in fresh grapefruit juice and left the tavern behind.

I would have liked to have dinner... but it didn't feel like a slow and relaxing atmosphere.

Anyway, I wonder if I managed to secure the cost of the inn.

3000 Rb. This is the first currency in the world I've ever had. We'll figure this out.

Today, my life begins in the other world.

Yeah. I feel lucky.

I'm sure it'll be fun.

Blowing my heart into hope for the future, I was... voiced by unintended people on the boulevard.

"Ah! Great, they found me!

Looking back at the familiar voice............

"... you......!?

"I've already searched, customer."

There he was, the clerk at the Yangdu Pavilion, the parrot cafeteria where I dared to escape from eating last night.

The heart strikes an early bell.

Breathing freaks me out.

Shit......

I'm telling this guy a clear lie...

And I clearly dared to run away from eating...

If this guy cares, I...

Zook...... and the chill runs through my spine............ yabe, me...

I could be frogged...?