Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"... hunting beasts makes me very hungry"

Back at the Yangdu Pavilion, we were gathered upstairs in an empty room.

Until the dining room is renovated, this is the simple living room.

There is a smaller table in the room with four legs lined with chairs.

I sit across the slope from Magda sitting at the entrance to the room, and I sit down, with Estella standing behind me. Ginette is a little out of her seat right now, and she's not in this room.

Slightly leaning down to stare at the table, Magda speaks quietly. About the tremendous power beyond that intellect.

Neglected in the hunting guild, the cause.

Magda improvised and flattened the rampage cow that suddenly appeared on the boulevard.

From what I hear, these tigers have a better talent for hunting prey than any other race, and they also have special abilities when it comes to hunting.

But when you use that ability, you get hungry, not normal.

"When that flaming aura comes out, you tigers are invincible, aren't you?

"... yes. If the array is activated, the tigers will jump dozens of times more in power and speed"

Damn it, Cheat Ability.

"... the Magdas call that light 'the glowing one who moaned red'"

"Couldn't you think of a better name..."

"... that's what ancestors call it"

"What an unfortunate clan, tiger..."

None of us have any sense of naming.

It's no longer a troublesome and appropriately worn level.... Well, I guess it does.

"So, when that 'Red Moya' is activated, you get really hungry and frenzied, huh?

"... weird abbreviations are unacceptable"

"The official name would already be weird."

The tigers who activated "Red Moya" are attacked by intense hunger and devour the food in front of them, he said.

It doesn't matter what taste it is. I don't care what you eat. It would be raw meat, but it would be a creature protected by the armor of a gucci bee... he sometimes chews tortoise's armor apart and eats it.

And the tiger tribe is the scariest when you're eating rice. Forgive those who interrupt, and unconsciously eliminate them as well. Magda didn't remember throwing me away.

Eliminate whatever comes close during meals. They're so engraved in their instincts.

Dogs and cats get really angry when they touch each other during meals. It would be like that.

"... training makes it possible to successfully control the 'glowing guy with a red moisture'"

"But you still can't control it without training."

When I took the word, Magda snorted.

I mean, this guy flattened his prey on the spot every time he went hunting.

There is no harvest even though you can hunt.

Magda says that no strong beast can beat you? However, if they are strong, they will use their power, which in proportion seems to increase their hunger.

If you hunt a beast of trinkets, you'll be peppered.

If you hunt big guys, you're gutted for that.

They end up eating beautifully without leaving a piece of meat behind.

... the guy who goes to the ground for a good staff later.

"But if you don't even hunt, it's a snack, right?

Estella asks Magda.

Black bread and milk are now placed in front of Magda, but no hands are put on them at all.

"... now, I'm hungry"

Well, I should finish eating those big cows by myself.

But one thing in the city was really at stake.

If you did it badly, you would have done a great deal of damage.

When the rampage cow disturbance began to show a fit, a merchant in a cargo wagon that had been rolling over stopped by Magda.

He said he was on his way to take a rampage cow to the vendor, and was outraged to see a completely eaten cow. I told Magda that I had eaten all the meat, "Pay it off!," he also said absurdly.

So I went into action.

Without Magda, he complained to the effect that the damage would have been more extensive.

Of course, not for cattle merchants. For the inhabitants who were there, especially those who have shops on the main street.

Then, as he followed me, a voice was spoken out from the people who were very small and damaged in this series.

It starts with complaints of actual harm such as "broken merchandise by rampage cows," "scattered with meat and vegetables," "vandalized stores and damaged columns," and ends up with what can be called "surprised by the appearance of rampage cows and rubbed off their knees," "our grandfather lost his hips and couldn't stand up," "trauma planted on our children," etc. The arrows of reproach were swept from all directions, as if in a victimizing battle.

So after a stir, those who were there stuck one conclusion to the cattle merchant.

"Isn't it your fault for letting the cow get away in the first place".

Sometimes, the solidarity of the victims shows great momentum. Oh, that would be a nasty occasion.

However, such strong solidarity cannot be born without inspiration either.

Everyone hesitates to take the lead, even if they know everyone on the spot has the same thoughts. Just in case you don't get approval from around you.

That's why I decided to take the part.

Not from a sense of justice, of course. If you're just a bystander who's totally irrelevant, you're an idiot for just mouthing.

but on the spot, I was a Magda associate.

If you hit a Magda opponent that doesn't ring a bell at all, the cattle merchant won't have the skill to do it any more when he stuffs it with awesomeness. Then what will the cattle merchant do next?

Needless to say, I'm looking for someone involved.

I can't let them do that. That's why I went ahead and bought myself a firefighter.

My predictions were false, and the fire that lit once burned up as if it were a bonfire.

Not only did he complain about the damage to the rampage cow, but he even gave an opinion that would shelter Magda.

"Without this girl, our store would have collapsed!" "Well done with your little body!" "It's a big deal!," etc.

Praise Magda for his accomplishments, and if he were to make Magda obnoxious, so much so that some of them even brazenly said that they would not let him walk this street in the future.

As a result, the cattle merchant withdrew his claim for damages to Magda, saying he "decided to think the cattle had escaped".

I was relieved to hear the words.

I don't know how much I would have had to pay for a whole cow if they claimed compensation...... only a fraction of the cow said he ate it full of grilled meat.... horrors and horrors.

Incidentally, a lot of opinions came out defending Magda, who did all that skipping, which seems to have something to do with Magda's appearance and how she behaved afterwards.

Magda is small, the expression is scarce, but the face isn't badly made. You can say she's cute.

Such a little girl ate a lot of rice, and after eating it, she said "Welcome" satisfactorily.

Osama, the adults who were there were sinking.

Me too, it was just a little nasty.

If it wasn't beef you were eating, you might have been fooled by Colo.... No, look, I just "messed up" satisfactorily and said, "You, how much are you eating!? ♪ I guess frustration comes before cuteness ♪

"You don't have to shy away," said the kid who took you to the family, "if you really don't shy away at all," No, don't shy away!? ♪ Would you yell ♪ That's the way it is.

I thought, "Now 10,000... 20,000... oh, 50,000 don't fly," every time the beef went down, so I left it all hanging up.

Well, fortunately, I'm glad they didn't charge me.

Instead, the cattle merchant seems to have been on the blacklist on Boulevard.

A flyer was created to the effect that 'the city was damaged by dodgy management' and was to be staged on a bulletin board on the boulevard. For a period of time with that sticker, it seems that that cowmerchant can't get through the boulevard.

They have to bypass the boulevard to go to business and deliver the goods.

Wow, that would be L.A. Even though I said it was a worn carriage.

The 42nd arrondissement boulevard, though miserable, is well evened.

Strong enough to withstand carriage traffic.

But if you put one in an alley, it's the worst road after the worst.... Don't let the cow get away with it again.

By the way, don't tell me I was the only one secretly overjoyed that that flyer stuck out on the bulletin board was stacked on top of my arrangement for example.

"Thanks for waiting ~!"

Ginette comes to our upstairs room with a set meal of grilled salmon.

Ginette was cooking everyone's lunch while we were talking.

This salmon was given to Delia of the River Fishing Guild. I got about ten free tails for the nearest sign or something, so I'm going to ask you to combine tasting on how to eat them.

"Wow... you're really red"

Estella looks at the grilled salmon and distorts her brow.

Apologize to the salmon, you rude bastard!

"Don't look like that. This guy's out of the ocean once. It's like a sea fish."

"Huh? There's no way a river fish is going out to sea. I'll make a frog out of you if you spit a crap lie."

"I'm not lying. This red body is proof of that."

"Are you telling me you're getting red because you're out in the ocean?

"Yes."

Estella gives a blatantly frigid look.

On the contrary, Ginette comes across from me, curious as she sits down.

Next door, Magda's staring at me, too. The vain eyes seemed to tell the story "... more details".

"If you dip it in salt water, do you think it will stain your white body red?

"That can't be true. This guy's red because he's eating Ochiami."

It's the same principle that shrimp and crab armor is red.

"To put it further... this salmon is actually a whitefish!

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"Huh!?"... I expected a reaction, but everyone shut up.

And then he looked at the salmon placed on the table, and then he looked at me and gave me a uniformly pathetic look.

"... Yashiro, at last bad for my eyes..."

"In the meantime, what else is wrong with you?

Estella is being rude.

Salmon are really white fish.

In the first place, lean whites are classified by muscle type.

Lean is the one suitable for long swims.

It is white with high instantaneous power.

That sort of classification makes salmon a clean white fish.

I'm just red.

"Is that true?

"I told you my country was an island country. I know a little bit about fish."

Therefore, I also know how to eat salmon deliciously.

Actually, I already made salmon flakes!

Ginette's stock was delicious, so I used it, seasoned it with alcohol, and made a pretty good salmon flake. Now, the ancient rice stored in the Yangdu Pavilion will also be delicious.

mixed rice with salmon flakes.

Doesn't it look delicious just to ask?

I don't have time to cook rice today, so I'll try again next time... No, unfortunately.

"Speaking of which, I tried to make the salmon flake rice that Mr. Yashiro said."

"That's great, Ginette! Bring it to me now!

"Yes!"

I left a good reply and Ginette left the room.

Since the kitchen is also under renovation, a simple camad is now installed in the courtyard. It's what I built.

They were cooking rice there. He can do it.

All you have to do is mix cooked rice with salmon flakes and you're done. It's delicious even if you shake white sesame seeds or mix chopped onions and butter for a proper grilled style.

Oh, well.

"I think we may have found a way to make use of him."

"Is that true?

It was almost simultaneous with Estella peeking into me and Ginette entering the room again.

"Wow!?

"What!? Hey, what, Ginette!?

"Mr. Yashiro and Mr. Estella get a chew!?

"And I did, and I didn't! I didn't!?

I guess the timing and the angle I saw sucked.

They made me suspicious.

"You know, Ginette. If we're gonna do it, we're gonna do it more sneaky."

"I'm not even gonna sneak up on you!?

"Well, I'll snuggle"

"I don't even snuggle! What do you mean, snooze!?

Estella dyes her face bright red.

"You're lean."

"Ugh, shut up!

Estella tried to turn her back on me and lowered her back to the seat next to me.

Looks like we're going to have dinner.

"20 Rb"

"That's crazy!? Though I'm sure I've been invited to attend a new tasting party!?

"I didn't say I wouldn't take the money"

"You really are going to get your life trampled by money one day!?

Stupid Yarrow.

I've already been through that.

"Mr. Estella. You can pay for it. Store owner permissions."

"I'm so glad Ginette is a decent person. Be careful not to infect Yashiro."

What new virus am I?

In advance, three servings of grilled salmon set meals line the table, except for Magda, who had made a "declaration that he couldn't eat anymore". To grilled salmon, ala juice of salmon. Rice balls mixed with salmon flakes. Brilliant salmon exhaustion.

"It smells good."

Ginette breaks companionship with the aroma of grilled salmon.

Estella, on the other hand, shows a difficult color.

"... it's red"

"Although shrimp and tomatoes would be red"

"I'm telling you because you're a riverfish and you're red. For example, what if the beef was green? Like cabbage."

"'This guy... is he an alien!?' I guess I'll say."

"... eh, that's... eh, what do you mean?

I see.

Is it not recognised to be an alien in this world?

Maybe there's no such concept as the universe.

Exactly, "I, observe, therefore there is a universe".

It's the same thing you have to be aware of, like the universe.

Thanks to this, the funny gag in the corner slipped. It's a big deal. This is a compensation issue.

"Well, if you really don't want to eat it, I can't help it. Cry and you can't. But tuck it in your mouth."

"... I just want you to have something called kindness, even with the grain of sand."

Ignore Estella and I'll put chopsticks in the salmon.

The body of the dusty baked salmon is easily unraveled by pressing it with chopsticks and of reasonable size.

Take a bite of it and throw it into your mouth. … chew………… delicious.

Totally salmon.

It tastes nostalgic.

"It's delicious, this!

Ginette raises her voice of joy.

He holds his mouth with his left hand and stares at salmon with his big eyes happily narrowed. That gaze was exactly what we should have called envy.

Ginette then cheeks a bite of the rice balls mixed with salmon flakes.

"Huh!?

Moments, gourmet comics Say hello and open your eyes and say, "Come on, this is it!?" But he gave me that look.

"In your mouth, the salmon body and the grains of rice have been swallowed and sagging!

... Uh-huh, too bad!

It's like I don't know what that means.

I sip the rice balls mixed with salmon flakes, too.

Hmmm...... this would not taste better if rice were better.

"Is it that good?

"Yes, it's so delicious that I regret not knowing it before!

"... if Ginette says so much..."

Estella still suspects, but slowly carries salmon to her mouth.

".................. yeah. Fish."

"Less responsive!?

It's like, "Oh, you've eaten such delicious food!?" would be an exciting and gut-eating occasion!?

"If they say it's fish from the ocean, they'll be able to eat it without any problems."

"But wouldn't that fool the customers?

"Really? If Yashiro's story is true, this guy's out in the ocean once, isn't he? I don't suppose that's a lie."

"Is it..."

Something's going on with the conversation.

Let's be more grateful. For the deliciousness of grilled salmon.

Well, I'm not so obsessed with food as I talk about my cum where I ate delicious meals, either.

Unless you're also a gourmet cartoon, how can you react to delicious rice like this?

"Mr. Yashiro. What should I display when I put fish on my menu that can be called both this river fish and sea fish?

"Hmm, 'Grilled Fish Fixed Meal' would be nice, though"

"Ah............... right"

No need to label it a river or a sea.

There is nothing wrong with the roasted fish fixing because the roasted fish comes out.

"This mixed rice is pretty good, too."

"If you change the rice, it tastes several times better. You must have a higher potential."

This guy is not an ingredient to make sure he manages to eat stinky rice.

It's meant to make delicious rice taste better.

"How about one, too, Mr. Magda?

Magda, who's been watching us silently since earlier.

The gaze was nailed to a rice balls mixed with salmon flakes.

"If you can eat, go ahead"

"I'll have..."

Magda receives the rice rice balls mixed with salmon flakes and eats them with a small mouthful of pacli.

"……… delicious"

"Right!

For some reason Ginette laughs happily and strokes Magda's head.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

A proposal came to mind to cover Magda's shortcomings.

"Hey, Magda."

"............ I won't give you"

"Who told you to give it to me?

Twirl your body so that Magda hides the rice balls.... I thought you were hungry.

I have my own.

"Tomorrow, we'll go hunting together"

"... with you?

"Ah. I'll let you overcome your faults. Take home your big prey and sell it to your hunting guild."

"... to Magda, can you?

"I can. No, I'll let you."

And don't you seem disappointed to make money?

... hehe, wait for me, you unwanted Osama of the hunting guild.

With the covenant I have spoken for myself, suffer well. I'll make you regret what you've done.

"I'll make lunch."

"... 'Bento'?

The pronunciation of Magda, who parroted back, was unstable.

Could it be that there are no words for lunch boxes?

"You'd take rice with you when adventurers and merchants embark on a long journey, wouldn't you? It's a one-off version of it."

"I mean, take a serving of food, I guess?

"Well, you know what?"

That's right, Estella only comes in fast.

Well, there's no tie for a meal.

"You can hunt for prey and eat the lunch you brought with you if you're very hungry. That way you won't have to get your hands on the prey."

"... but I can't afford to be cooking"

"Keep the food from the beginning and just eat it over there."

"... bread, or something?

I see.

Is it not customary in this world to carry cooked rice?

Speaking of which, don't see too many people out there eating and walking.

"Take this rice balls, for example."

When it comes to lunch boxes, rice balls. And baked salmon.

"But when you go outside the city with the dishes you've done... well, don't you want to get cold?

"Cool it. What's wrong?

Lunch boxes would still be delicious even if they were cold.

I've been eating freshly cooked rice for a while since I bothered to cool it down.

"Okay. Then tomorrow, let's all go hunting. That's where I'll tell you how wonderful my lunch box is."

"Nice! We all go out and we want to!

"How's Magda?

"... good"

"Hunting, can you?

"... leave it to me"

"Then it's final."

If we succeed, we can secure a source of income.

Bento a ton of excess scum vegetables and have Magda hunt the beast. The hunted beast is bought off by the hunting guild, and it's impeccable.

"How about Mr. Estella join us?

"Uh-huh..."

To Ginette's invitation, Estella showed difficulty.

Surprised.

"I don't doubt Yashiro, but I still think the meal is better served warm. It's not like I ever suspect Yashiro."

"Don't say it again and again. It's too empty."

"How delicious is cold rice?

"There's even food in my country for" chilled chinese. "

It's food that is declared "here we go" all over the place in the summer. You can call it a summer festive poem.

Even so, Estella doesn't seem very motivated.

Isn't this guy condescending to stereotypes?

Do it, I don't like lean, do it, I don't like cold rice.

Once you've been reincarnated into Japan, you can eat at the station. The world will turn upside down.

"Uh-huh... it's a cold meal..."

"You don't have to come if you don't like it that much. The ingredients float and it helps."

I won't feed him if he doesn't like it!

You stay alone and leave a message!

"Ginette, ask for lunch for three. I'll specify the menu."

"Uh, so, but. Mr. Estella..."

"Leave him alone. This guy doesn't mean he's an employee, and even though he hasn't been of any use here lately, he's a free meal eater who comes to gather all his rice. You don't have to split the corner lunches."

"Mmm?"

I assure you, Estella looks obviously grumpy and stares at me.

Yeah, you can stare at it on your own. What have you done, and there's no way I can break it?

"Introductory tax…"

"Hmm?"

"This city has 400 RB of residents, but 5,000 RB for non-residents who haven't declared it to their lords."

"... Huh?

Residents?

Declare?

Oh, you need that?

And 5,000 RB? That means 50,000 yen? Just enter the city for 50,000 yen!?

Four thousand yen even for residents would be too much!?

"It's none of my business. Anyway, I'm an outsider who eats for free."

"Estella"

"What?

I speak kindly to Estella, who bent her navel.

Reorient your body and stare at Estella directly in front of you.

"I need you."

"... you know, I think that line sucks at this time?

"If you weren't here, I'd be damned..."

"... what about that heart?

"I don't have 5,000 RB"

"..................... I'll get you a one-time permit. You have to live in District 42 for at least three months to be a resident."

Estella is a really good guy.

Let me give you a compliment.

"It's beautiful today, Estella"

"Well, you know, would you stop saying it in the face?

"Yo! Man!

"Is that supposed to be a compliment!?

She's a hard woman to praise.

"I'll get you a permit by the end of the day. Instead, I'll get the right reward."

"'Yashiro, the right to be able to date you for a day (have the cost there)'"

"I don't need it. Yikes!?

"'Yashiro, your right to a hand-cooked meal (cost hold there)'"

"It's not your hand cooking, what I want!

"'Yashiro, your right to food on your feet (cost hold there)'"

"What's foot food?!? If you can do it, why don't you do it!?

In the end, Estella asked for two weeks of lunch in exchange for a permit.

Not at all.

"I want to see my parents' faces, not at all"

"-!?

"Hmm? What the hell?"

"... I don't think we've made progress to that stage yet?

"What are you talking about?

"Huh?"

"Hmm?"

I don't think the story's meshing... well, okay.

Thus, it was decided to go hunting (which may) divide the fate of the Yangdu Pavilion.

At the same time as I donated to the church, I had to take a look at my lunch box, but Ginette had to work hard.

And, when I look at Ginette.

…………

He was staring at me like a jerk. A little, I don't think so.

"What's up?

"... No, there's no such thing as..."

Ginette holds her chest and exhales once.

".................. no, after all, it's nothing"

What the fuck?

If you have something to say, make it clear, you're disgusting.

We then discussed what to put in the lunch box, which gates to exit and how far to go hunting, and which gates to go home to give you a cheap introductory tax.

Statements were mainly made by me and Estella, to the extent that Magda would pinch a word or two only with regard to hunting.

Ginette was always adult, kind of stuck in her back teeth, that kind of uncomfortable all the time.

"Well, I'm gonna go apply for a permit."

The whole story comes together and Estella stands up.

"Oh, I'll drop you off"

Ginette also continues after standing up.

But as soon as I left the room, I stopped and turned this way, in the main.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Yashiro"

And he flutteringly picked up the apron dress hem and bowed adorably.

"How about...?

"How... no, cute though?

"Really! Thanks!

Ginette, with a sunny look on her face as soon as possible, ran down the hallway with patties and light footsteps.

... I don't know.

What are you hanging out with?

Well, if Ginette's in a better mood, I've never been over that.

I'll do it right.

"... Yashiro"

Magda calls me.... call it off.

"............... Magda, cute?

"Ah?"

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"............... Enough, Enough"

That's all I left to say. Magda left the room, too.

Looks like Magda lent me the room next to mine, so I'm back there.

Me left in the room.

It's hard to understand a woman's heart.

Never, I don't think I'm in love, etc.

I dared to take a bite of the salmon flake mixed rice rice rice balls I had left behind and was still convinced that the rice was delicious even if it was cold.