Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

The morning of the fourth day I came to the other world.

I woke up in a room on the second floor of Yangdu Pavilion, a parrot cafeteria in District 42.

... Smells like Walla.

When I woke up, the walrus on my cheek fell apart.

This small, quadrupled private room is equipped with a bed and desk, and the long-lasting - a large, rectangular crate with a lid - placed in front of the desk serves as a luggage compartment and chair. So to speak, a room like a business hotel.

However, unlike a business hotel, the electricity is not passing through and the walls and floors are old enough to be anxious.

And most of all, the worst is the bed.

Walla in a big crate. "Still this!" and just packed beds.... I thought I was the first to 'Walla in'. I can't believe you don't even lay sheets...

Thanks to you, I get a walnut on my face.

They smoke with smoke to keep bugs from gushing and use well dried walnuts in the sun...... I feel like an Alpine girl, at all.

My head is still boggling. Maybe I didn't get much sleep. I was bored to think you were under one roof with such defenseless big tits... no, I came to the other world and it was so hard that I thanked him for being able to sleep in bed and God was late to sleep because he was offering him something to pray for.

Well, maybe I can thank the guy for patrolling.

Oh, God. Thanks, honey.

Ma, that's about enough. I'll take any change you want.

I just want to sleep a little more, but that seems a little impossible.

"... oh, it smells so good"

From downstairs, the smell is coming from the empty stomach.

What time is it?

The windows are embedded with wooden planks, so no light comes in. This wooden plate is fixed to the top side with a primitive hinge and can be opened by pushing it out. Open the wooden slab during the day and secure it with a stick.

They don't have windows. No, I don't think so. I remember seeing it in other districts. I guess it's just that this house is poor and unavailable. Well, not to mention luxury there. I'm just happy to have a roof and a wall.... I'm scared of the dark, I'm scared of frogs, I'm scared of chases, I'm scared of guilds... I'm sorry I said bad things about the bed. Alpine girl is the best. If I had a baby goat, I'd want to go around with you.

Whatever it is, it's the bunk I got. Can you let go if it's easy? Let's make full use of it until we have the foundation for life over here.

That's why I have to wake up and help if the landlord starts his activities.

Because credit is how you win… and what lies ahead of credit is huge profits. That's probably common in all worlds.

I push up the window planks to keep my heavy eyelids still clear.

Even sunlight would wake you up............! Outside, dark!? It's still night....... and cold!

Though spring, it's still cold in the morning and evening. I'm gonna miss the futon...

You've been working so early, those big tits.

I close the plank and leave the room in the dark.

Out in the hallway, there are similar doors lined up. The total number of rooms is five with four bedrooms and one storage room. Up the stairs to the right - there is a Ginette room on the north side, three rooms in a row across from the hallway stretched out to the left. There is now a barely used storeroom on the penetration of the hallway, directly beneath which hits the dining room guest seat.

I guess the land is cheap because it's rural. I can't afford a room in such a poor borough shop.

In the Middle Ages, the concept of a room was rare, and my family was asleep together in a large room... is there a world similar to the Middle Ages that I know? Determining the level of civilization by assumption is going to hurt my eyes. Let's be careful.

This building has a narrow intersection and a long back. It has a structure called a bunk of eels.

As far as the other districts are concerned, this is arguably a common building in this city.

Most of all... There is nothing around this Yang Deception Pavilion that a private house can call a building, and space is so empty that I don't like it. In spite of such a place, it's a mystery why you made it so elongated. Like Japan in the past, it may be taxed by the breadth of its mouth.... No, but the entrance is on the side, and in this case, which way is the entrance?

Uh-huh... I don't know.

The first half of the ground floor is the passenger seat at the Yangdu Pavilion. There is a kitchen in the back, with a courtyard and a food pantry ahead. In the courtyard, chickens are left unattended and a little field is set up.

All living spaces are upstairs and there doesn't seem to be a living room. Perhaps the guest seats will fall for it.

Down the stairs, you go out to the courtyard.

The stairs are built outside the building. Well, it's outside, or it's a blowout.

After entering through the dining room, crossing the counter, through the hallway next to the kitchen, out into the courtyard, up the stairs to the second floor, you have your own room.... It's a very troublesome line. Enough to ask the craftsman to refurbish it.

Most importantly, the toilet is a billionaire.

The toilet went this past time. It's the only place there, so to get to the toilet from upstairs, you have to go the other way down the route I just said and get further out on the table and turn to the back of the store. The toilet I got to after all that hard work is a substitute that I can't even call a toilet with just a hole in the floor, naturally without lights and all, besides it stinks...... sucks.

I try not to go to the bathroom at night.... It's not dark and scary or anything.

Down the stairs, I noticed something strange about the courtyard.

The courtyard is small. The cause was on a large white cloth stretched as if to partition the garden between them.

A large cloth was stretched around the corner of the courtyard. There was no such thing before I went to bed. I mean, I've been tense on purpose since Ginette woke up.

It is very difficult to get around because of the chicken huts and the tension to avoid the fields.

... What the hell does this cloth mean?

I'll touch it, but it's not wet. It doesn't seem to be dried.... Then why?

"... excuse me ~ su"

I'm curious, so I'll roll the cloth and go inside. Go around the warm curtains to the other side partitioned by a large cloth......

".................. Ooh!?

It was a flickering space.

A slightly rounded triangular fabric hung from the laundry rope and hung in the wind. That's not one or two either. As far as I can see, it's one side.

Yes, this is the common treasure of men - pants -

There's a pair of pants on one side as far as I can see.

If you have a treasure in front of you - pants - it's the preference of the boys that you admire carefully.

I looked closely at the wind and playful pants with a sharp gaze as if an eyewitness appraiser would observe a famous painting.

The first thing that popped into my eyes were dazzling pure white purist pants. It is embellished with frills and adorable in purity.

And shifting my gaze next door......, what a lace knitting! The side area touching the hips is laced and slightly see-through.

Plus white and blue stripes that eagle masculinity!

"... is this heaven?

Why is such a treasure in a place like this... a man called God bless... Ha! No way, this is how pants from different worlds are harvested!?

Oh my god!?

Speaking of which, the general said, "Fresh vegetables are delicious." All right, give it a try... but Adam with the forbidden fruit in his hand then looks at the painful eyes... it's dangerous to get his hands on the detour...

"... hmm?

When I looked at my feet, I discovered a little white, shining cloth falling in the dark...

Oh, god!

This is your mercy...

Even if you forbid to touch the forbidden fruit, you're going to miss the fruit that fell to the ground.

Then let's pick it up, as God wills!

"............ Hmm. Frills."

The frills are mounted to cover the whole area, covering and concealing the fabric that comes into direct contact with the skin.

However, the large number of hidden areas makes the small triangle of the tip that is peeking at your face seem even more attractive.

While the flickering form creates an overall cuteness, the eros hidden in it is tingly profitable.

Excellent.

"You're doing a good job"

I squealed by accident.

Praiseworthy.

It is a sewing technique that is not comparable to the cheap clothes bought on the boulevard.

Trying to buy clothes of this quality should put up a good deal of value.

... No way, handmade?

If you ask me that, the seams are like uneven...

I can make this better...

I spread my pants, pull, flip, relax and observe carefully.

It is of a quality that is not inferior to what we sell in the store. If this is Ginette's handmade, it could be a new business.

At least, you won't have to bother buying clothes.

Well, I'm good at sewing, too, and I can make a lot of things.

That's why...

"As a reference…"

I missed the lace pants I got.

Picking up what is falling is not a sin.

And so are peaches, apples and oranges... but there is no more merchandise value for what has fallen.

When I was in Japan, my gracious farm uncle said, "Bring as much as you can for the guy who fell. I'm gonna throw it away anyway," he said, "and he gave me a ton of it.

This is exactly the situation.

That's just the difference between peaches and pants.

Otherwise this is Peach Town.

The ideal place for everyone to dream.

It is a land of everlasting spring where peaches give off a lovely fragrance on one side.

Look, isn't it the same as here?

It's just that what's alive is peaches or pants, that's all the difference.

It would also be by God's guidance that I reached this ideal place.

God. Thank you for this tour.

No, actually, I've always thought you were the kid I could do it with.

Like this. I've been waiting for this.

"Well, I've already prayed to God, and it's time to go"

Those who left Taoyuan said they would never be able to visit the land again.

But I will definitely come back. Another day, in this ideal town!

And I slipped through a big white cloth that separated the dream world from the real world.

A sore breeze strokes my skin.

Let's just get in.

I crept through the door leading from the courtyard to the kitchen, and I walked into the room upstairs.

"Good morning, Mr. Yashiro. That's a long time ago."

When I showed my face in the kitchen, Ginette turned her energetic grin towards me.

That's full power in the morning.

"You'll be quicker. Are you sleeping properly?

"Yes, I am fast asleep"

Indeed.

This guy seems to have fallen asleep early for it.

Thanks to that, I couldn't ask for an escort to the bathroom at night.... Oh, no, I've been patient. I think I'll go.... well, not after the sun comes out.

"I've been doing some research right now. We'll have breakfast in a hurry."

That said, bring down the pan you were spraying on the camad from the fire.

"Oh, fine. When you're done."

"But I promised to eat three meals."

"Because you don't have to go with me. I'll get it together. Anything I can do to help?

"Ah....................................................................................................................................................................."

No!?

Well, it's a cafeteria that looks free all year round.

But you're gonna get a pretty good amount down there.

I've been here both nights, and maybe daytime is thriving?

"Mr. Yashiro."

Ginette, who's been thinking about it for a long time, finally looks up and calls me.

"Hmm?" replied Ginette with a very serious look.

"You know what a knife is?

"Are you making fun of me?

"No! Never!

I waved my hands and Ginette gave me a troubled look.

"A knife is famous among cooks, but not familiar to the public..."

If you ask me that, when was a knife born? Although it was too familiar and obvious, it was also an invention that was created after years of research.

"In a general household, why cut the ingredients?

It's a knife.

That said, I take a knife about ten centimeters across the blade from my nose.

Dangerous!?

Did he hide the blade or something?

I was just getting bustled if I accidentally stuck my hand in a boob wheel.... It's a dangerous trap.

"Ginette, by the way"

"Yes."

"Either a boob wheel catches a boob 'in' or a boob 'in'?

"I don't know!?

"Well, isn't it in this world..."

"Is that what you have in Mr. Yashiro's hometown?

No, I've never seen it, but I can't be sure it didn't. Could there have been? I'm sure there was.

"In my world... knives are quite popular in the city. It was commonly used."

"Really? You have an amazing city. It's pretty expensive."

Well, it doesn't look like a hundred or anything.

The blade would be expensive.

"Can I see it?

"Yes. Go ahead."

Ginette puts her body away from the front of the cooking table.

The cooking table was lined with blade knives, vegetable cutting knives and willow blade knives. There is also a petty knife a short distance away.

Oh, does having a blade knife mean you can even grate fish into three pieces in this city? Seeing where there are also willow blade knives, maybe fish raw food...... I mean sashimi may be rooted as a culture.

Tools are colorful reflections of the culture of that era.

When you look at a willow blade knife, you imagine a tail on it, and that tool has a way of using it that matches it.

"That's a steel knife. Even though it is a difficult tool to manage, it is beautifully maintained."

"Do you understand?

"Hmm? Oh, the metal thing, kind of."

My parents beat me up a lot.

The parent did not acknowledge the stainless steel knife.

The knife was steel, which was also thorough only using forged ones.

Steel knives tend to rust and are more difficult to care for than stainless steel.

However, the sharpness is impeccable for that matter, and the ingredients cut with that knife exhibit a powerful umami as if a new life had been breathed in.

Evidence would be that he maintains the steel knife so beautifully. Rarely. Parental influences may be significant in favoring people who use tools dearly.

"Does having a willow blade knife even mean you eat sashimi?

"Right. I rarely eat it, but when we celebrate, we make tails."

"Heh, you're gonna do something with a tail."

"Huh? 'Occasionality'?

.................. hmm?

"Um, what's 'Occasion Rattling'?

"What is it... I just told you myself, 'with a tail'"

"No. I didn't say that."

Is this guy really okay?

"Well, what did I just say?

"I rarely eat sashimi, but I make a tail when I celebrate…"

"Look, now! You said 'tailed'!

"I didn't say it!?

...... weird.

What's this all about?

Is that an error in "Forced Translation Magic"?

If it's not with a tail.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"" Live Making "?

"Yes! That's it, what I'm saying from earlier"

"Repeat After Me." Live Making ""

"'Tailed'"

I thought you made an error!?

"... apparently, there's something wrong with the way it's translated"

"Oh, I see. My 'tailed' was translated into the most familiar word for Mr. Yashiro, but that converted word was unfamiliar to me."

"... Something's bothering you"

"Forced translation magic isn't perfect either."

Isn't it perfect......? Then there's going to be a gap in there...

For example, when I say "love" about the price, I go to a sushi restaurant, but not to a western restaurant, like... Uh-huh, can't it lead to money making...

"So, uh, what's 'occassion rattle' like?

"With the tail, as the letter suggests, the tail and head......... oh, is it actually quicker to show it? Hey, I'm gonna get one fish."

"Huh? Oh, yes. Here's what you can eat raw."

I don't waste more than I do. Nice try.

The stuffed fish was delicious later, he said.

"Hmm....................................................................................."

"Yes, sir, it's an ox. That's amazing. I can't believe I just saw it. Is Mr. Yashiro a cook?

"No, because the country I was in was an island country. I'm better at making tools than cooking."

"Are you a craftsman! It's amazing!"

"No, I'm not as craftsman..."

So, if you ask me what my formal profession is, I'm a 'con artist'.

But, well, you don't have to bother telling me around there. Let's make a fool of ourselves before we get stuck.

If you normally eat it, it's about to be grated in three pieces, but this time it needs to be tailed.

Let's just cut off half a body, and we'll hang on to the rest later.

"Is the ocean close around here?

"Yes, if you go outside the outer walls, you'll be out of the ocean in no time."

"... you've never been there?

"It costs money to get outside the outer walls."

Ginette has a hard grin.

You need a passage tax? Or will they take an introductory tax when they return...

Anyway, I hear the poor can't even get out of the city.

Are you okay, the system in this city?... It's not the same as the idea that anyone in every country who cows a stream of gold winds it up from nowhere else. Yes, abominable!

Dan! And slap and slap the corpse.

Eight wins. Sorry, Xu.

"Well, that's dynamic..."

"Sorry. I was a little upset"

"Am I bothering you...?

"Oh, no. Never mind. Because that's not what I'm talking about."

You should let this guy change his mind a little bit.

If I was upset, I'd be like, "Would I have done something? Before you think," Temehe, don't break out in our kitchen! You should be angry. "Otherwise, they'll lick you.

Being licked means being always at a disadvantage in negotiations with that opponent.

Never let them lick you.

Silently twirl the half of the jaw and serve it on the body leaving its head and tail behind.

I'm thrilled, but now I'm done with my tail.

"Wow... it's amazing. This is the Occasion Rattle, right?"

"Oh. It's got a tail and a head, so it's got a tail."

"I see. That's an interesting serving."

"You know, it feels pretty eye-catching, right?

"Yes, when we celebrate, we will definitely imitate"

"Well, let's eat"

"Right! Because it's a corner!

Ginette grinned so that she could play and left the kitchen with the tail of a bamboo.

Oh, I knew you'd eat in the guest seat.

Cross the counter to the table where Ginette waits.

The chair still rattles. I think we need to do something about this, too.

I rattle the chair twice or so before I sit down and then sit down.

And across the street, I noticed Ginette had a serious look on her face.

"... what's up?

"Mr. Yashiro... I just realized..."

What the fuck?

Suddenly he looked serious... was there anything wrong with the tail?

"... preparing rice, doing nothing. It's all there is!

"... yeah, well, I guess so"

I know, I was watching.

"If it is bread, I would like to serve it... the bread has been withheld due to various circumstances..."

"You can't sell it at all, can you?

"Why did you do that?!?

No, I get it. If I had put bread 10 RB higher than I would have bought in the city and turned off the menu with two lines.

"Mr. Yashiro is kind of a strange person"

"I don't want Wonder to tell you that."

"I'm not surprised, am I?

I've never seen a creature as strange as you.

What the hell, "I don't think there's one bad person in this world" kind of eye. Special natural monuments are also a surprise rarity.

"Oh, sure!

Ginette gets up rattling her rattling chair.

"There must have been nuts! Let's bring that!

Nuts and sashimi... late.

Running to the kitchen with butterflies, Ginette returning with butterflies. Four grains of laccassei were held in his hand.... Four grains.

"Sorry, I wanted to get you something decent..."

"Why don't you eat this and then rebuild it?

"... I see you had that hand"

... Is this girl okay? Are you a good creature to leave alone?

"More than that, I'd like to confirm one thing."

"What is it?

"'Forced Translation Magic' isn't omnipotent, is it?

"Right.................................... Juru"

I thought I'd figured it out. Whom did I drool?

"... Enjoy"

"Su, su, excuse me! imitate it!

"Fine, I just need you to talk to me while I eat"

"Yes, sir"

Ginette looks frightened and holds the chopsticks in her hand.

Can you use chopsticks?

I wonder what cultural area it resembles, this city...... I wonder if I have to change that mindset itself.

Ginette cleverly picks up a little slice of the sashimi with chopsticks.

"Oh... it's been a long time since I've had sea fish"

"Don't you eat a lot of fish?

"No. If it's a riverfish, look, it's on the menu, too. I eat a lot."

"Are sea fish fancy?

"You have to go outside the outer walls to capture it, so it's going to be that split height."

I see.

If they can tax you through the gates, will they put you on the price of the fish for that?

"Someone I know has been kind enough to share this."

"Tell them to split up every day."

"No, no, no, no, no, no."

Ginette waves both hands just because she is afraid.

"I just wanted to thank you for doing this."

"Being generous is kind of you to take it."

"Yes, what is it?

"For example, you graciously brought me that nut, didn't you?

Point and say the nuts Ginette brought earlier.

Ginette stares jiggly at the nuts at hand.

"Give me that nut, 'can you eat that!' Why don't I poke it?

"Ugh... sorry, sir"

That's where the word "sorry" comes up...... well, no.

"Well, 'I did it! You love me nuts. Thank you' if it looks delicious."

"Glad to hear it!

"That's what I'm talking about"

Saying, picking up a grain of nuts.

Turn your gaze toward Ginette as you roll it over with your fingers.

"They'd be happier to do it with generosity. I make a profit myself. You're gonna do all the good, aren't you? On the contrary, if you shy away, you make them feel uncomfortable, too, and you have nothing left at your disposal. Nobody gets anything."

"…… I see,"

I did witness Ginette's eyes fall.

The more I wanted to say that, the easier it was to understand, Ginette impressed me.

"So tell that acquaintance to give him a lot of sea fish every day." I'm sure you'll be thrilled to dance. "

"Yes! I get it.............................. would you be happy?

Ha, believe him for a moment.

Well, if you're a dm freak, you'd be happy.

Yes, more than that.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions about Forced Translation Magic."

"Yes, as far as I can tell."

"What happens when you lie?

"The curse will make you a frog"

"Sure?

"Uh..............."

Ginette lays down her chopsticks, stretches her spine and looks at me.

"If you are called to the judgment of the Spirit, you will surely be turned into a frog"

"What happens to the lies you couldn't tell the 'Spirit's Judgement'?

"No matter how much time passes, the curse will be activated from that point on if the parties are on the 'Spirit's Judgement'. However, I don't think you would be punished for not being heard if you didn't activate the Spirit's Judgment."

I think, or...

"I mean, if you don't find out, can I interpret that you can throw up?

"You won't find out. No lies."

That's not what I'm talking about... change your mind.

"What if you're lying about not being charged? For example..." Gentle Lies "or something."

"Gentle lie...... is it?

"Suppose I have a disease that is no longer likely to help me."

"What!?

Ginette stands up as she knocks down the rattled chair with a guttanbattan.

"It's an analogy... sit down. 'Cause it's okay."

"Really? Oh...... good"

How easy is it to believe, you.

Hold her chest with both hands, exhale with ho relief, and Ginette lowers her hips. but the chair had just been knocked down by Ginette herself, so Ginette butted straight to the floor.

"Huh!?

... It stinks too much... Are you a resident of the comic book world?

"Oh, um... can you not look surprised? I'm ashamed of you, so I'd rather you laughed..."

"I'm worried about your future."

"Please don't! Please, don't feel sorry for me, with this!

After paying off the dust on his ass and waking up the chair, Ginette sat down in the chair.

"So, what were you talking about?

Seriously, forget it. Right.

I ask crisp questions in the face of the main points.

"For example, if I cared about it and vomited the lie, 'It's going to be okay, I'm sure it'll get better', as if I was seriously ill and I couldn't even know tomorrow, would The Spirit's Judgement punish that lie?

Ginette twists her neck with her arms together "Uh-huh..."

Eventually when I unwrapped the arm I put together, he gave me a clear solution, even though I was not confident.

"Perhaps the curse should be activated. Because 'whether or not there was a lie in the statement' should be a trigger condition for the curse of the Spirit, not a reason or process"

Is there a lie in your statement...? That's an important point.

I just want a little more certainty, but I guess that word is true around the record of the conversation. So what happens to lying that you didn't say?

When a gun is pointed at you, how can you perceive a lie like rebellion after showing you have no will to rebel with your hands up... don't be too risky to verify. I just need a little more information.

"Assuming Ginette lied to me, what would happen if I didn't sue her for it? He cared about me and kept his mouth shut about the disease because he had no reason to frog you."

"At that time……………"

Think slowly, Ginette answers with some certainty.

"The curse does not activate. Unless there is an appeal, it will be considered that there was no such lie."

All right.

In other words, if you don't find out, lies aren't lies anymore.

... but the risk is too high to be good.

"One more thing, okay?

"Yes."

I've been caught up in this for a long time.

When I described the spice from Norbert, the Wishart family merchant, as "I got it," all the people in the city interpreted it as "stolen." I guess "Forced Translation Magic" made me do that.

But when I was eating away here, Ginette didn't say anything when I made it look like I was going to the bathroom and said, 'I'm going (somewhere far away)'. It didn't translate to "escape."

Even if Ginette's, extreme favorite, says he's going to the bathroom, he'll just say something if he says' run away '. Even if you don't say it, it should show up on your face.

Ginette trusted me 100% then.

Why didn't "I got it" translate to "I stole it" and "I'm going" translate to "Run away"...

To deduce, a hypothesis is made that 'alternative words' will be translated and 'omitted words' will not be translated.

Earlier "living building" was translated into "with a tail" probably because I usually call living building "with a tail". When you give the same thing, it seems that even if you change the way you say it, it will be translated into words that show itself.

In other words, whether you call 'panties' or 'scanties' or 'zloths' or 'treasures', 'forced translation magic' translates equally as' pants'.

'Show me your treasure' and you'll be beaten.

No, but wait... Then why didn't you pass on Piotsky Day?

… do you want to verify a little?

"Ginette."

"Yes."

"Listen to what I'm about to say and tell me if it makes sense"

"Okay. You just have to tell me if you know what that means."

"That's what I'm talking about"

Now, I wonder what the example sentence would look like... if it would be easier to understand the reaction... then...

"Ginette. Why don't you have some morning coffee with me?

"Is that coffee? Shall I brew it?

Hand control the rising Ginette.

You definitely capture it in the sense of 'drinking morning coffee'.

I don't even have the luxury of realizing what's hidden behind me.

Okay, next.

"Ginette, are you with me?

"Cat, is it?

Oh, what, that cat language!? You're a little cute!

... not.

You haven't passed it on. Even Chomechome would be with me.

Then next time, in earnest...

"Ginette. I want to hold you"

"Uh-huh!?

There's a reaction.

I received 'hold' in a sense other than 'hold'.

The translation results of "Forced Translation Magic" may depend more on whether the other person understands the 'correct meaning' of the word than what this one thinks will be communicated as it is.

"Ginette, why don't you take one shot?

"Behold! What are you talking about!? E, you can't be a jerk! Za, za, repent!

Bright red to the ear, Ginette angry.

Does "One Shot" get through properly?

"Ginette. Zukombacon......"

"Repent!!

Seems to have interpreted the meaning of the word in the stream.

Does phonetic sound mean it falls on both, depending on how it is used?

Probably in this flow. If you say 'to', the meaning will make sense.

"Hey, what is it!? All of a sudden, you're gonna have to be touchy."

"No, I'm sorry. I dared to say something horny to see your vegetarian reactions. If you care, I apologize."

"Yes, no... I'm not so angry and... but... when you suddenly say something like that... its... embarrassing"

Dye your face bright red and start shrugging and twitching your shoulders.

Wow..........................................

Ha!?

I don't know.

Even in high school, his mind is Osama, who turned his thirties. Come on, Osama. It's too rounded.

Have you had a little sexual harassment... let's weigh ourselves in.

If the translation result of "Forced Translation Magic" is large due to the understanding of the other side, it means that the knowledgeable cannot vomit lies.... That's a pain in the ass.

Replacement words are swords of all blades.

So there's no way this one will be unintentionally translated?

If this word is utterly dusty and utterly unintentional, it can be conveyed to the other person in a strange way.

For example, if the 'compliment' of 'newbie Mick, you have big tits' is perceived as' sexual harassment '... oh, this is different. More another analogy...

"Ginette."

"Yes."

"What's the opposite of 'Musume'?

"Huh?... Is it 'Musco'?

"If that's my boy?

"Uh..." Mr. Yashiro's Musko "...?

... Niyali.

"Well, what if he was a fool?

"Uh-huh..." Mr. Yashiro's Fool "... is it?

... Niyaniya.

"So what if that stupid son was so fine!?

"Uh!... Ya, it's" Mr. Yashiro's Fine Fool "!... is it stupidity but splendid?

...... Nimmari, Niyaniya.

Hey, I'm gonna nibble something......! No, no, no!

Not if you're making a girl say naughty things.

When I was in middle school, I remembered writing on the blackboard, 'Takemura Takekoru Love Ponch' and saying, "You, you can't say this sentence within ten seconds of upside down!" provoked a class girl to read it aloud. Speaking of a woman's face after understanding the words she uttered..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

That's why! Not if you're having sexual harassment like that!

I don't know.

You look like a child, your brain is an adult, and your sexual curiosity is a boy middle school student! Its name is Oobayashiro!

... so I seem to have become a very unfortunate creature... let's weigh ourselves...

Switch your thoughts here and carefully scrutinize the information you get.

Words Ginette would not have been aware of were passed on here as they were.

I didn't mean to be purposefully translated into obscene meanings, but the words I said were conveyed here as I said them.

Even if they say erotic hidden language, it doesn't seem to translate to Dostraight.

'Cock' is translated as' cock 'and does not appear to have issued a banned term.

That means you're going to be able to keep using 'hosi' or 'silo cro' or 'akauma' that the police use. By the way, 'Akauma' is about 'arson'.

If so...

Putting pickups into one's own pocket is called 'cat bubba' and is considered a thief in the public.

But I don't think so. Neither the RPG brave nor the hero of horizontal scroll action will take what they pick up as their property. A hero or hero of justice.

I think you're right. What I picked up is mine. So I don't think I 'stole' that or anything.

So here's the experiment.

"Ginette."

"Yes."

This girl is honest... she said she said those words earlier.

Well, that's more helpful now.

I say, with the nuts rolling at my fingertips on my palm and offering them.

"This is what I just gave you"

"Yes, please, enjoy"

Ginette smiles at Nicole.

Okay, next.

I take out the pure white treasure I sneak into my nose and put it on my desk.

Pants.

"This is what I just got in the courtyard."

"Phew!? Hey, what are you doing!?

Ginette dyed her face bright red and panicked and snapped her pants on the desk.

"Give it back. That's mine."

"It's mine!?

"I was falling in the courtyard."

"It was dry. Shh!

"No, it was falling!

"I flew in the wind, too!

I swell my cheeks plump and Ginette grabs my treasure and hides it under my desk so I can't see it from me.

... Yet, you drobo...

And, well, as far as treasure is concerned, we'll source it again at a later date.

"That's the question."

"What is it?

Though slightly angry, Ginette answers politely.

Really, you're a helpful person.

"Did the two 'you got' I just said sound like the same words?

"Huh?............... Yes. It was the same word."

For a little while, I know it's to remember my words, but Ginette, with her mouth shut, nodded clearly.

"By the way, that was my treasure earlier"

"It's my pants!... Ha!? Hey, what are you making me say!?

I got mad at you for being unreasonable.

That's good.

"Do you believe that when it comes to the array I just gave you?

"I don't believe you! I didn't give it to you!

And that is.

Wouldn't that be a lie if I spoke with a firm confidence that "this is not what I stole"?... Well, that's a subtle line there.

At the very least, words spoken by people who are not informed of the truth and who have been used by someone should not be considered lies.

For example, if Ginette says, "'Mr. Yashiro's fine folly' is not an eclectic word."

The truth is, "What? What are you talking about, this guy?" but if Ginette isn't lying - and she's not aware that she's lying, I guess that won't be considered a lie.

Maybe it doesn't mean you're set in a trap and frogged.

In one spice case, there was a perception that I and the other party had 'stolen'. I can deduce that 'you gave' was translated into 'stolen' for that reason.

Assuming I picked up the spices that were falling and said, 'Here you go'... maybe it wasn't 'stolen'?

Is this subtle, too?

I just need a little more information.

Apparently, however, 'forced translation magic' does not 'interfere completely' with lies.

I just figured that out, but I'm done.

Are the factors that determine a lie to be a lie, such as [this perception] [their knowledge] [factual relationship]?

Good. Then...

I may be able to deceive the Spirit God.

Fraud God.

Isn't that nice? It's the perfect, big scale for me.

I'm gonna make it into a con man in this city.

If so, I just want more information.

I need to expand my connections for that.

"Mr. Yashiro, by the way"

When I was thinking about it, you decided you were done talking, and Ginette's been saying this.

"After this, I'd like you to come with me for a moment."

"Is that the bathroom?

"No!?

What, no?

… it is time for me to limit myself.

"I go to church every morning."

Oh, no. I guess this guy was a church believer.

"Are you an alvinist?

"If you mean the followers of the Spirit Church, it's called Alvistan."

You look like a Christian. It's easy to remember.

"So, does the devout Alvistan go to church every morning to pray?

I'm unreligious.

"Yes, every morning prayer is indispensable, but that's not all."

Ginette put her hands together in front of her chest... and her pants were gripped in her hand... and she smiled with a clear, unclean grin and said something terrible.

"I deliver meals every morning. as the best service I can do."

What do you mean, service………?

The large quantities of food I was showing you earlier in the kitchen were not served at the store, but for delivery to the church?

Besides... I don't even want to think about it...

"... for free?

"Yes, it's a donation"

You're not stupid!

This is the kind of store de poor guy whose chair doesn't even straighten out, donate!?

Besides, what was the amount of rice you were having earlier? How many servings is that!? It wouldn't be ten or twenty with a light estimate. We had about thirty servings!?

That's, guys, free!?

"... I'm getting dizzy"

"Are you okay!?

He ran over to me and was Ginette, who tried to put his hand on his shoulder, but realized he was holding his pants in his hand and rushed to hide his hands behind his back.

Next to me, Ginette looks anxiously down at me.

"Then I will go to the church alone, so rest in your room"

"No... I'm going too"

I can't let this guy go alone.

If you do that, this guy will give everything around him to others with great joy.

I set this place up as a base for a while. I have trouble losing this store.

Most importantly... I hate 'waste' and 'waste' to death.

Have you made a donation to God to make you happy? I wouldn't be. That evidence is this rattling chair! You're living in extreme poverty like you can't even decently replace something like this!

You said every morning? Every morning, we serve free meals for as many as thirty people in return for nothing... God in this world is a man with thick skin on the surface where he makes them.

Is it natural for you to apply it?

Pretending not to know if a devout lamb starves for it?

If so, nothing but 'futile' such a service to be performed for God!

Donations? You don't have to!

The world is made of giveaways and takeaways!

I'll get a consideration when I offer my services! The other way around! This, the reason of the world, the common sense of the world! Iron rule!

I'll get into that church and I'll turn you down for any future donations.

"Ginette, just remember this"

"Yes...?

"Right in front of me, I'll never let you waste it"

Stare up at Ginette. and Ginette shook her shoulder bickly.

I thought this guy was a great woman with a saving spirit from carefully cooking scum vegetables and taking good care of the tools...... he's a waste of money!

The act you're doing is just as stupid as buying an expensive pot you don't even need until you loan it!

If you tell me, there's no difference between religion and fraud. I find no more value there than no visible gain. Therefore, we do not allow any money and goods to be offered or paid!

I'll make you stop, donating.... absolutely.

I scratched the remaining sashimi and quietly burned my fighting spirit for the upcoming showdown.