Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

In this world there exists something called 'The Judgement of the Spirit'.

Thanks to him, it will be possible to produce binding force even on matters not written in the contract.

In other words, even if the borrower doesn't have a deadline, if you say, "When do you want it back," and the other person says, "Okay," that's the due date.

Most importantly, we need to activate the "Spirit Judgement" after the due date is discovered.

"... didn't you come"

One evening when Ginette finally began to get used to wearing apron dresses and miniscas.

I sat in my guest chair staring at the entrance.

"Mr. Yashiro. What's wrong with you?

Ginette, who noticed me staring at the entrance, calls out.

What is a private language at work...... I'm not even going to say it.

I don't have any customers at all.

The corner breast apron dress also echoes as much as Grandma Mum praised me for "Oh, lovely clothes."

Really, it's a store with no customers...

We have to do something about it.

............... I wonder if I'll even advertise.

"Mr. Yashiro?

I seemed to be thinking about it and forgot to reply.

If I'd noticed, Ginette was peeking right into my face.

Ohhhh......! The valley is peeking! No, I'm the one peeking into the valley.

"Ginette, it's nice!

"Huh?.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

You notice my gaze, Ginette jumps out.

At that time, it seems to shake.

Nice looking - hey, Ginette! I'm not an artist who can calculate.

Ginette is natural, I'm really glad.

"Also, thigh, already! Mr. Yashiro! Repent!

I don't repent...... I feel like there's a guy who needs to do more than me.

That's how my gaze turns to the entrance again.

"Don't come."

"Who is it? Oh, is that Mr. Estella?

Estella doesn't have to come anywhere.

What I'm waiting for...

"It's Goozooya."

"Ah. That carpenter."

"Yes, an escaped eater."

Thanks Ginette, I have a habit of trying to wrap everything in oblate.

Eating away would have been more impactful than carpentry.

So, it's the goozooya.

He said he'd pay the 640 RB he'd eaten away before.

I didn't write it on the contract, but it's due today.

The current time is evening. It's 18: 34, to be exact.

I mean, it's a time limit in a few hours. Then he'll have broken his promise to me.

I was hoping to make it easier...

Well, if that's what you're gonna do, this one's gonna be until you do what we do.

I'll find out whatever it is and put it on The Spirit's Judgement.

Punish sin.

If I forgive you here, this store will continue to be licked.

"You can't blame me for stomping down charges in this store," if there's a rumor, it's over.

The quality of the guests will not improve for life.

If you don't come today, I'll get into the workplace tomorrow and give you the 'Spirit Judgement' in front of the crowd.

This is a kind of performance.

It's a very easy publicity that this is what happens to people who defy me.

No, there was this guy who was doing this.

Sure, the strong matcho I saw at the bar is goofy.

He seems to be a setup artist, but I see he thinks the same way in this world.

If they lick it, it's over.

It's an old bad comic strip line, but it's not an abusive expression, it's an essential concept for commerce.

There are also examples of good landlords of people who have suffered nearly four million losses after being trampled down by bad residents for five years' worth of rent. This is exactly the case where the business owner was' licked 'by the customer. In the first place, it's odd to have your rent overdue for five years. They put that in there because they say sweet things like, "I'm pathetic, so I'll wait a little longer for you," etc.

The less troubled he is, the better at pretending to be troubled, the better at crying the stronger he is.

He's good at pretending he never reflects.

I can afford to play it. There's no way he can afford it, but there's something about him.

Plus you can say that he's drunk on his act and doesn't reflect on anything that makes him the protagonist of the tragedy if you're aware of it. "I suck, don't I?" or "It's all, it's my fault!" Or he who cries and sues is mostly an introspective bastard who is drunk on himself.

I can get drunk with the protagonist of the tragedy if he says, "Yes, you're bad," and if he says, "That's not true," it lightens my heart that sin was forgiven.

In the end, he only thinks about himself when he says "I am" and "I am" on the occasion of apologizing to the other person.

Why does that happen?

That's because he's 'licking' them.

He can't afford it, shut up.

The guy who was totally blocked from escape and cornered to the limit is a mouth shutter.

I can't make an ugly excuse for someone who holds my destiny. Those who reflect are just silent and entrust all their rights to their opponents.

Well, the guy who mistakenly grows sincere apologies for a 'declaration of defeat' is third-rate.

As I said earlier, I can tell you that those who make true apologies are in a state of physical and mental frustration. It's a lot of damage as a person to entrust full powers to them. What happens if you blow further impossible challenges on someone in that state...... the other person explodes. The explosion can cause tremendous damage both in person and around them. That's how I know the number of stars that destroyed me.

Well, there are many different ways to explode... none of them have come to a lot of ends.

Reflections and apologies. This guy doesn't use it to fight, he does it to avoid and end the feud. If I forget or put it back on, I plot "so that I can have an advantage".

Neither the apologist nor the recipient should have such shallow feelings.

There is no such thing as' reconciliation 'at some point.

A broken relationship can never be repaired again. Even if it looks like it's been repaired, it's definitely different.

And, I mean, what are you trying to say...

There are scum yarrows in this world that don't reflect either.

Goozooya.

If you don't come to the store by the time it closes I'm gonna end your life, okay?

"Um... Mr. Yashiro?

Ginette peeks into my face with an anxious look on her face.

"My face... scared, isn't it? What's wrong, sir?

"No. I guess I like people for what they want."

Originally, I trusted Gouzouya, who did something that you would never trust again.

That's a funny story. I should have just gotten in there and collected it... if I didn't have the money, there would have been a lot of ways. Why didn't you do it...

Without knowing it, you may have been affected for a long time, this hobby.

"Ginette. Maybe... I'll open the house for a while from tomorrow"

"Huh? Are you going somewhere?

"I don't care"... "I get angry"... No, it could be "crazy".

A little deviation from human boundaries, a 'crazy' punishment, might also be necessary.

"Oh... it could drive me crazy"

"To?"

"Nothing"

"The fool is the fool."

And I'm not stupid.

... you're not thinking you can fool me, are you, Goozuya?

Time passed, and the sun went down, and it was night.

...... ha.

Damn, do you mean scum is scum in every world...

Vain and frustration combine to be strangely calm.

I'm just not in a normal mental state.

My heart is cold.

"Yashiro! It's time to close the store ~!"

Beyond the counter, Ginette says to me.

"... out of time"

Ginette heading to the entrance.

Dressed to chase that back, I'm heading to the entrance, too.

Be present at the moment of the timeout. The moment Ginette closes that door, Gouzouya's life ends.... I'll finish it.

"Is that it? Mr. Yashiro, are you washing your hands?

"No. Never mind. Close it."

"Yes......?

Ginette looks strange that I'm here, not usually in the closing business.

I turned away from Ginette like that.

'Sweetness' is going to be contagious looking at this guy.

Take your gaze off and wait for the closing moment.

If the door closes, it's out there.

and then.

"Wait, Sue!

I heard a busy noise coming from outside the dining room.

The sound of more than one person running after each other.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"You're not closed yet, suss!? You made it, sss!?

It was the little fox that ran in.

No, I guess wearing clothes and speaking human language on two-legged foot means you're a fox.

"Is it a meal? Then you're still okay, right?

Ginette says with a smile.

... Oh well. Does this guy not have the concept of last order?

Don't take a loss one day if you don't tell me.

"What the heck!?

The fox man raised his odd voice when he saw Ginette smiling.

"Beh, beh, Mr. Beppin. Hey!? O, oila, kiki, kiki, nervous just a little bit, shih, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Something broken!?

What the fuck is this guy!?

"Hey, just calm down. What the hell are you?

"Ah, a man with a shameless face. Don't be nervous, you can talk."

"... what the hell are you?

You're selling me a fight?

"Actually, you said that our apprenticeship did a hell of a thing... hmm?

The Foxes, who were smiling like people, suddenly got a scary look and turned their gaze to the entrance.

And, besides, he stood up and yelled out his face outside the door.

"Olah! How long have you been around like that, ssssss!? I'm just coming in, sss! Yambold, I can't help but bring you in, sss!

The voice is horrible and reminds me of scary seniors in the sports club system. No, it's close to the intimidation of people in that muscle.

I've had a bit of a bite to eat like I haven't changed much.

"Oh, excuse me, sss. I'll be right there."

The face directed at us was the original soft fox face.

... What, this guy?

Then, the door slowly opens, from which a big, muscular mucky horse peeks half of his body.

What!? What is this sticky horse haha!?

What's going on, right here and now!?

What is this?

What the fuck?

While my thoughts were confused, the horse turned to me.

He stares silently, jizzily, with his crushed eyes.... what the fuck?

"…………………………… Nyah"

"Why!?

I accidentally stuck it in.

Why does the horse squeal!?

"Yambold. I'm kidding. I'll do it next time, ss."

"………………… Yes"

"You can talk!?

I guess that means it's Uma. If I thought so, I would be wearing clothes with my left shoulder kicked wide in the skin.

When I was peeking through the entrance, I thought it was a horse because I could only see the area where my skin was coming out.

".....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Damn......"

To a Uma word such as Yamboldt, the fox man leaks his sigh and leaves the dining room once.

"Oh, I'm leaving once, but don't close. Shh! I'll be right back, from the sss!

Leaving behind, the Foxes left.

As soon as he was blind, he heard another intimidation like a group of young heads.

"Troubleshooting me, asshole! I'm just gonna go and apologize sincerely, sss!

Dosdos and I heard something that sounded like a blow about twice.

... I wonder if it's a kick, that sound.

And it was Gouzouya who showed up with the Foxes returning with a flamboyant grin.

Gouzouya limped to the floor when she entered the store and bowed her head deeply.

"I'm sorry!

It's a dirt seat...

If you're reflecting enough to get grounded, you should have come and said a word or two sooner. If you can't pay it, don't pay it. "Will you wait a little longer?"

You don't even have to be grounded all of a sudden...

"Ahhh! Face up, please! You can always pay..."

"No! That's not how it works, sss!

Ginette tried to tell me another joke, but a fox man blocked it faster than I could stop.

... of, but.

"Why are you turning to me?

"Mr. Beppin makes me nervous."

It would be too shy.

The Fox man keeps staring at me and continuing his words.

"All right, lady!

"Don't I look like a lady, do you?

"No, your face is for your brother, sss, but your heart is for your daughter"

I don't know what to do.

"Promise is, it shouldn't be so easy to rebel, sss. Credit, it's hard to get, but losing it starts with an instant."

"But..."

"I want you to do it for this man, too, with no enthusiasm!

That's what they say, Ginette shuts her mouth.

Your kindness cripples the other person. That's what I've been told before. That's Ginette, too, and if she says so, she won't be able to say anything sweet.

"I just couldn't get my money ready, sss."

That said, the Fox man kneels in front of me. Yambold also kneels to imitate it.

"Gouzouya is still an apprentice's body. I've got half a job, and I haven't been able to do my salary at all because of that, sss."

Behind the Foxes and Yamboldt, Gouzouya is drooling.

I don't know if I'm a senior or a boss, but I even let the person in my sight sit in the ground... it must be a needle in my current mood.

It's a completely disgusting face.

"Please! I want you to accept that Oyla will replace you, sss! You're right, sss!

"Replace?"

"Yes, sss! What a carpenter, delaying delivery is shameful! Things you should never do, sss! In the future, I won't be able to come to any work, sss!

Is that important, late delivery?

But the eyes of the Foxes were serious in themselves, and they seemed to be talking about their lives hanging.

Indeed, Gouzouya writes in his contract, 'I will pay for food and drink at the Yang Deception Pavilion'.

In the 'judgment of the Spirit' way, it may be seen as a 'lie' if those who said 'pay' do not pay.

I mean, I guess this is a negotiation that says, "Give me a break for 'Spirit's Judgement' because I'll pay for it".

The Fox man was preaching about the difficulty of gaining 'trust'.

If someone were to be made a 'frog' by one of those people, it would surely interfere with business...... no, it would be a matter of death.

"Hey, you. What's your name?"

"What, are you an oilus?

The fox man, after rounding his eyes, corrected his posture and politely said:

"Ouilla, Umaro Trubec. I'm doing a building beam at the Torbec Workshop based in District Forty, S."

"Carpenter of the fortieth district."

"Yes, sss. But if you ask, I'll rush to any district, sss. From new construction to refurbishment, we undertake at a price of conscience"

What are we going to do with the publicity here....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"From what I've seen, Gouzouya seems to reflect a lot"

"That's already! The oilers are tightening up."

Has Gouzouya been called by name to constrict him or make him shrink even further?

"Actually, there's been something wrong with Gouzouya here lately, and I thought... so I inquired, and I found out that I was doing such a hell of a thing. So I went to apologize without a word or two, and this is what happened."

Tough but well looked after building beams.

You're just a craftsman.

"But this guy, he doesn't seem to have any money at all, and he says he can't pay. So, that means Oyla's going to replace it, so please hit me with your hand, sss!

Oomaro bowing his head deeply. It is a beautiful dungeon surrounded by majesty as a building beam.

Mimicking it, Yamboldt, a giant Uma tribe, bows his head with a slight length of Gouzouya aligned.

"... Mr. Yashiro"

Ginette turns her gaze on me.

"Will you forgive me?," he wrote clearly on his face.

... This guy, at all...

"Okay. You can accept the replacement."

"Is that Hontos!?

It was Umaro and Ginette who made my expression shine in my words.

Ginette is as happy as she is about herself.... Not at all.

"However, there are conditions"

"Well, the terms.................. are sss?

"Actually, I'd like you to remodel this dining room."

This dining room is pretty old, and the rattle is getting too close to collapsing.

Enough to want to rebuild the whole building, but that just takes too long.

So I just want the store section to be clean.

"Yes, no, but... Exactly, redeeming the store remodel for 640 RB..."

6400 yen in Japanese yen. Exactly. Is the refurbishment too livestock?

... and Gouzouya can't even pay 6400 yen... that would make me want to eat away too.

It would be possible to offer a complete renovation of the store part for 6400 yen, using the "Judgement of the Spirit" as a shield. "If you say no here, Torbec will touch the frog out of the factory," Womalo said.

But.

The guy who mistakenly grows sincere apologies for a 'declaration of defeat' is third-rate.

I'm not.

Even if we push Womalo hard here, the profits we get will be temporary.

Besides, there's a risk of even getting a reputation for "It's a shitty dining room over there". The bad guy is only a goozooya who has eaten away, and this one has to be in a position to forgive it.

If you greed, this one will be the bad guy at that moment.

People should not be hunted down.

A cornered man runs for murder... like the boss of a fraud organization I destroyed.

I don't know, I was rubbing my own stomach.

"Exactly, I'm not telling you to do it at 640 RB"

If there was an apology, we should negotiate reciprocity from there.

Because whoever can make a sincere apology, even if this one doesn't come out high-pressure, will give way to nature. It gives me the best I can do over there, without asking for it from here.

This one doesn't reach out and is just enough to receive it on hand.

Doing so creates trust between us.

Funny thing is, what scammers need most is' trust '.

"Pay exactly what you deserve for your labor. I just want to thank you for studying a little bit."

"Well, of course it is! Let me cheapen you up, sss!

"Well, you don't have to take the 640 RB, do you? Ginette."

"Yes!"

Ginette, watching with an anxious look, was getting her smile back when she heard what I said.

I'm sure he was anxious that I wouldn't make the Womalos suffer by blowing the challenge.

I'm reassured that it's acceptable enough to have them "charge more".

"But Mr. Yashiro..."

When Ginette soothes, she comes close to me and sneaks up on me.

"We don't have the money to refurbish, do we?

"Oh, then don't worry. It's on me."

"Really?

"Ginette will also help..."

"If it's what I can do, I'll do anything!

... don't let a girl lightly say "I'll do anything".

You're gonna get sold off by a bad Odishan.

"Well, I'm not wealthy either, so as to get the most out of it... I'll make sure all of you don't have to worry about dinner for a month"

"A month... that's for three..."

And, Oomaro begins to fold his fingers and calculate.

".................. yeah. Enough if that's all you can have! I'm going to be more broken than the original refurbishment, but I'm going to subtract what this idiot has bothered you and let you take it on that condition!

"Well, let's negotiate."

"Nice to meet you, ss!

I shake hands hard with Oomaro.

And then I come here and I turn my gaze to Gouzouya, who has barely opened his mouth.

"Goozuya"

"Ha, ha!

His voice raised, but his gaze did not rise, and Gouzouya was letting his body stretch as he leaned down.

"You got a good boss. Don't bother me."

".................. Yes"

I commend Womalo for what he did so far, via a third party.

Now Womalo will be convinced that his deeds weren't in vain, that his self-esteem will be preserved, and that he will have a good impression of "acknowledging" this one as well.

Above all, the psychology of "not betraying" the person who "admitted" to me works.

The refurbishment of the store will surely work hard on it.

And Kachikochi's Goozuya... but it's time for this guy to bail him out, or he's going to break.

"Lost trust is gained back by working"

".................. Yes"

"Leave the results with our refurbishment. Because if you work hard, you'll be rewarded by Ginette."

"... Huh?

I tell Gouzouya with my face up, I say, "Look at Ginette."

As Gouzouya's gaze slid and turned to Ginette, Ginette nodded with a playable smile.

"Yes! Your meals during your work will be made with more than I put on my arms!

After you say that, you look at me with an awkward look on your face.

"... and that's fine, right?

"Oh, right. Can we treat him to lunch or something?"

"Hontos!?

Oomaro raises his voice of joy.

Before that, I sneak up on Ginette.

"(... anyway, the ingredients are super creepy)"

"(Yes. It would be a 'bargain' to have a treat and work hard for it)"

After saying that, Ginette laughs when she dulls.

"Somehow, you've made me look like Mr. Yashiro, too"

No, no, no.

Totally sweet, though?

Well, you can think of it that way.

If you can only deal with people in good faith, I will turn that good will into a weapon.

On my way to apologize, I touch the utterly indispensable goodwill.

Now, Gouzouya, as well as Womalo, who had supervisory responsibilities, will benefit from this one and do a good job.

That's what benefits me.

And there's another delicious benefit ahead of me... well, that's for the rest of your fun.

"Well, since when do we get into construction?

"Tomorrow as I get ready......, I can even start the day after tomorrow, sss"

"Then let's get this one ready for the holidays. I'll have the kitchen done too, so the donation to the church..."

"Yes! Try to make it from scratch in church!

... No, I just wanted to say cancel... well, okay.

"Well, that's it for today, excuse me, sss!

"Oh, wait"

Calling down the rising womalos, I tear down and throw away the Gouzouya borrower I had in my chest pocket.

By tearing them apart in front of me, I take these guys as a sign of my trust.

"Night lanes are dark. Be careful."

"Thanks, Sz. Brother, you're a good man."

That's what I'm saying. Umaro goes outside.

Yambold and Gouzouya followed it, and just before Gouzouya left the store, he bowed his head deep towards us.

The door closes and today's business closes.

"Ugh."

Lock the door and Ginette laughs happily.

"What's up?

"Mr. Yashiro is a good man," you said, "Womalo."

It's a big mistake.

"I'm kind of glad you figured it out"

Ginette laughing at me for saying that must be my favorite, I thought.

I'm the one who's accumulating intentions.

There's no way he's a good guy.

"I'm off the store for a while, so let's say hello to the regular guests"

"Right. I'm sorry I had to take a corner leg, but I'm off."

No, I'm just going to go put some pressure on you to definitely come on the day of reopening... maybe even make a flyer.

"Finally, let's do some garbage collection guild work"

"Speaking of which, you said you'd like to hear more about the Alliance from the river fishermen who came to the store last time."

"Then you want to go and negotiate fruit and wheat and rice and sugar."

"What do dairy farmers do?

"Milk... let's go there too"

Time is up. This must be used effectively.

I was on my way down the 42nd arrondissement for the reopening to come.