Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Today's 42nd arrondissement was unfortunately empty.

It has been raining heavily since last night, and every road in this world without asphalt or anything else was like soaking in muddy water.

Maybe it's because District 42 is a city of the poor, but it's also poorly drained.

It's hard to go to the bathroom. Anyway, it's out there.... It won't overflow, will it?

"Hey, I'm really done here, sus."

Wiping her wet clothes, Womalo says that with a face that doesn't look like a troubled breeze at all.

"... cold, don't pull it off."

"Huh! Of course it's ssss! I can't believe you caught a cold, Magda. You shouldn't have!

No, don't come to the store if you catch a cold. It's annoying around.

Early morning when the rain sounds more intense.

Three idiots from the Torbec Workshop were visiting the Yangdu Pavilion for breakfast.

It's been a week since I started treating these guys to dinner. I come through every day without missing anyone.

It's not supposed to be business hours, but when I try to get these guys based in the 40th Ward to have breakfast, I really have to open a store at this hour.

It's four o'clock, four o'clock.

After we get rid of these guys, we're gonna start prepping them under donations to the church.

And it's usually open from ten o'clock.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ginette. Early this morning for us."

"No, because it's a reward for making it a nice store"

Ginette, strong in the morning, brings breakfast with a smile.

It's a warm ton of juice, body-friendly, cold with rain. I'm so glad there's miso in this world. I would have just developed it if it weren't for me.

"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Looks delicious."

"It's true... oh, it smells like Mr. Ginette"

Does that mean Ginette stinks of miso?

Yambold and Gouzouya seem obsessed with Ginette.

I guess it's closer to fan psychology than romantic emotion.

"Breakfast to eat while watching the goddess and angel...... that's great"

When we first met, the tone was completely shadowy, and we started talking in tone, Goozuya. Anything, it seems that Oumaro has thoroughly re-beaten him out of his attitude of life.

Well, he was a habitual eat-and-run criminal. You can't complain if you get tough enough to call me back.

It's just, well, I think Umaro would really be nice to take care of. I wouldn't be such a pain in the ass.

"... in the morning, a little sleepy"

"Ahhh! I'm relaxed, Magda. Tan, seriously cute sss!

... Well, it looks like he's currently been invaded by a serious illness.

"Hey, you guys. Eat some more quietly. I don't think I can sleep."

I was stuck at my desk, and I raise my head and put in a complaint.

I'm sleepy, too.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro. If you want to sleep, you can have a good night in your room, okay? And Mr. Magda. I can do it alone."

Silly Yarrow or Ginette.

There's no way I can let a big, fat, hungry hyena like you go alone.

It's just that you've been eaten away so many times in the past.

If it wasn't for me, I wouldn't have figured out what would happen. Can you sleep worried?

"... Goozuya told you. She said breakfast was great while watching the goddesses and angels.... they'll be sad when the angels are gone."

"Angels don't mean Mr. Yashiro!? It's Magda, the angel! So, Mr. Ginette is a goddess!

"Oh, no. I'm afraid I'm a goddess."

No, Ginette. So the surprise is, you thought I was a goddess frame?

Guess it's because he was complimented, Ginette shyly hides her face in the basin.

.................. I don't need to show you such a trick like Goozuya.

"Goozuya. Come run around the table for a second."

"Awesome for what!? It's heavy rain, outside!?

So what.

I'm so frustrated, I guess I can't help it if you're in terrible shape.

"There are goddesses, angels and demons, this dining room..."

Gouzouya says something very rude. I missed the frog against this generous me.

I'm sure that's what that place stands for as small as a human being.

"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your lunch for today. Wash the contents here, please keep them."

Ginette brings three lunch wraps.

The Torbec Workshop works in various districts. That's why we don't have time to come over for lunch. It'll only take a few hours to get around.

So we decided that lunch would be the only lunch.

"Mr. Ginette's lunch box is really delicious."

"........................... Me, Lunch, Fun"

"At first, I thought it was cold rice, but that's Mr. Ginette, isn't it? This idea is a big deal."

Apparently the lunch box is well received by the guys at the Torbec Workshop.

"Oh, you know. It was Mr. Yashiro who devised the lunch box, because I am just making what I was told..."

Unaccustomed to being lifted, Ginette quickly humbles herself.

That's about it, I wish I could talk to you appropriately.

"... for Magda, Yashiro thought"

chest up, Magda says proudly for some reason.

Yeah. Well, that's... doesn't it contain any different nuances, the way you put it?

Oomaro is deledging when Magda hands him his lunch. There seems to be nothing in particular to think of Magda's remarks.

Oh, by the way. It is forbidden to go in or out when I touch even one of my fingers when I hand it over. My daughters, it's not cheap.

Well, most of all, these guys seem happy just watching.

"Carpenter work even on a day like this?

Ask Umaro who receives the lunch box.

I thought it might be a good time to rest in the rain.

If you don't have a job, you can eat it here, because I thought you didn't have to bother making lunches.

But.

"I'll do it, of course"

What's wrong with your job?

"Trubec Works is usually open 24/7 in any environment, typhoon or snowstorm!

No, rest in case of typhoons and snowstorms.... There's gonna be a dead man out there?

"... tough job"

"Mom, Mom, Magda Tan worries about Oyla!? Ouilla, I'm glad you did the carpentry, sss!

That's cheap, your fullness.

"Um, guys. If you don't mind..."

Ginette speaks quietly.

... that face is the face of the hour trying to draw some trouble into it with your own hands. What are you gonna say? I'll have to stop you when you're about to say something strange.

"Why don't you even lunch for breakfast? That will help you all sleep more slowly, and you won't have to struggle to get here on such a rainy day -"

Oh my god......

This guy's not gonna say, "I'm going to deliver every morning" or anything, is he?

I'm not kidding, such a pain in the ass!?

Who's going to deliver it?

Ginette? District 42 is a danger zone before the sun rises. I'm at a level where I cry. Ginette, can you let me go alone?

So, it's Magda? No, I'm anxious about your first visit to Bali.

In the end, whether I go or not... even if Ginette and the others go, they will be accompanied by me because I am anxious.

No matter how I fall, I'll be the one delivering it every morning.

I'm not kidding. If you want to eat, you just have to get up early and get here. If you don't like that, you don't have to eat it!

It is absolutely forbidden to deliver it from here.

We have to stop Ginette at all costs.

"- If you don't mind, I'll deliver it every morning..."

"Ginette, Pantsch!

"Ahhh!?

An unusual scream, Ginette squeezes in holding her skirt.

It wasn't on the back where I was that Ginette held up aggressively, it was on the front where the Umaros were. I mean, if I show my pants, I can accept that it's a sign of willingness to choose me. All right, all right, good try. I'll see you next time.

"Mi, mi, mi, mi, mi, i want to see!?

Ginette turns her squatting, crimson-stained face to this side.

"No, I can't see you."

"Ugh!? So, what was that thing now?

"I just wanted to say something"

"Don't want to say it, such a confusing thing!

Phew! - And Ginette swells her cheeks.

but if I didn't, this guy would have exchanged a hell of a 'promise'. One hair at a time.

"Ginette. Come here for a second"

I'll put a crouching ginet up and take her to the back of the counter.

Go inside the kitchen, be careful not to be asked by the Womalos, and stab the nail in Ginette.

... but even if I disagree as it is, I see this guy bursting the power of the good guys by saying something like, "But you guys will have a hard time..."

So we attack here with a change ball.

"No breakfast delivery."

"Why not? Ladies and gentlemen, it's going to be tough before work."

Here, look.

"I wish I could be good for all of you..."

"If you think it's for them, stop delivering."

"What do you mean?

Ginette opens her eyes completely.

He doesn't seem to understand that not delivering is good for them, and he wants an explanation from me.

"Look at those faces..."

Sneak a peek at their faces like a peek in the guest room from the kitchen.

Oomaro is talking about something with Magda.

The expression remains loose. Looks like Osama, a relative my niece can't help but be cute.... Japan is deleading at a level that may be reported.

... If the illness is to get any worse, we must also put a restraining order on Magda in perspective.

Sounds like a lot of fun though.

The other two have a warm breakfast on their cheeks and a peek at their smiles.

"... sounds like fun"

Seeing that sight, Ginette smiles happily.

I stare at the sight jizzily so that I can bite off my happiness.

It's fun, actually.

Stand behind Ginette and peek over its head into the guest seat.

Despite the time yet to rise, the dining room seemed busy and happy, a warm space.

"You can't take that away from me."

"Take it away... I have to!

Surprised by my words, Ginette looked back in momentum.

But he seems more surprised that I was standing right behind him, screaming adorably.

I was feeling a little forward, too, and my face and face suddenly approached.

"Su, su, excuse me. No way, I don't think you're that close..."

"Yes, no, this way,... sorry"

I almost got chewed up right now.

... if you just give in a little more... Huh!

"Uh... Um... what was that... oh, yes! Is what I'm trying to do a negative thing for the Umaros?

"Right. Sure, it would be easier if you could deliver your lunch. I can also sleep slowly in the morning. But..."

Stick your finger at the tip of Ginette's nose.

Leaning a little closer, Ginette stares at my fingertips.

... what, that face. That's a little funny and cute.

That's right.

It would be detrimental not to be able to see this face.

"I'll never see you guys again."

"... Huh?

"Maybe I'll see you for a moment with my lunch delivery... and I won't be able to eat while I look at you guys, will I?

"Is that... that big a deal?

"It's a big deal."

Damn, you don't know anything about this guy.

"You just have to sleep. It's not a huge loss not to eat rice. If it's just a lunch box, someone has to come and pick it up on their behalf. But all three of them go through here every day, without missing anyone.... Why do you think?

"… because we are………?

"Exactly"

Ginette is inclined to her little neck with an unbelievable, rather than unconvincing look.

This guy's a woman who underestimates herself everywhere.

I'll tell you an easy analogy.

"If I were to say, 'Ginette would be tired of waking up early every morning. I'll take care of the donation to the church, so you sleep slowly,' you think you're happy to sleep slowly?

"I don't think so! I enjoy eating with Sister and everyone... ah"

"That's what I'm talking about."

Thinking in place of yourself will help you know who they are.

Even if it's not in the exact same situation, some things can be seen if the emotions are linked at all.

"Womalo or something, even if you say 'don't come', you're definitely coming to see Magda. Same goes for Gouzouya and Yamboldt. I'm coming to see you."

Sleeping is all I get is personal, very small satisfaction. If you keep getting it, you won't even get that slight satisfaction, to that extent.

Anyway, "sleep" is the first thing that gets shredded when a human is obsessed with something. That's about it.

There is as much more important in the world as there is.

Even if that was the content of "Going to Meet a Girl With Big Tits Every Morning".

Well, that's why you don't even think about delivering for those guys. You're helping people in a way, what is this?

"So, but..."

I thought that would solve this story... but Ginette hasn't convinced me yet.

"I know what it's like to want to see Mr. Magda. I, too, get better when I see Mr. Magda, and that costume looks so good and cute... but I just met something..."

This guy is serious!?

How low are you estimating yourself?

You're assuming that everyone on the road sees you with repentance?

Look, human beings don't hate you that much just because you're normally alive.

It's mostly his paranoid paranoia or excessive negative thinking.

If anyone assumes that "if they talk to me about something, they feel bad about it," I would definitely ask them to thoroughly 'say hello every morning'. Whether it's ignored or not, it doesn't frustrate you, and every morning, you just keep saying, "Good morning."

Then you'll only notice how long the other person's eyes are changing to see you.

At some point, they're losing their bad feelings for themselves.

Why should there ever be no more humans caught up in inspirational commercial practices and suspicious religious exhortations - because 'humans have the habit of seeing favorably not less of those who try to engage themselves'? Against the obviously frigid and initially avoiding humans. But over and over again, in an exchange of face-to-face greetings, "I wonder if I could listen to you for a second" creates an emotion.... Well, that's where they put it.

Even minus-start frigid people do.

She's a beautiful girl as harmless as a human animal as Ginette, besides her huge tits. Oh, this is no exaggeration to say that there are no more hateful elements.

Most of all, you can't believe how many times you say "I don't think so" to people who think "I don't think so".

What works for this type of guy is the "I am" theory.

"Whatever you think, this is what I think" and "This is what I would do" can be made to understand "is that what it is" if they talk about it in an undeniable argument.

So it's effective to say this in this case.

"I'd cut my sleep, but I'm coming to see you."

"Huh..."

"You'd think I'd like to have dinner with you."

In response to this, "Mr. Yashiro can't possibly think that! I can't say."

If you force me to affirm it, the stubborn 'What a Me' surprisingly falls in light.

"... does Mr. Yashiro feel... pleasant when he meets me?

"Of course."

Instant answers work for anxious questions.

Because it helps to make sure it's not a big deal, like what's bothering you.

If I were to add further......

"I'm not good in the morning, and I try my best to get up early every morning because I want to see you"

"... Huh!?

"- And it's no exaggeration to say"

I can tell you this much over the top.

If you truly take it, you'll be able to feel confident about yourself, and even if they take it as a joke, you can laugh "It's a big deal".

"So, then... Um... Huh!

So...

"Mr. Yashiro. From now on, no matter how much you want to sleep, keep up the good work! And come with me to the store!

Ginette is so desperate...

"Wow, me too... because being with Mr. Yashiro makes me feel so much fun!

I didn't think you'd say that.

"Ahhh... ahhh... Um... so, haha!

Well, I didn't imagine leaving the kitchen with a bright red face to say or deny or run away.

And...

I never thought I'd feel so ashamed of myself for being told that.

"As it were, well... now we've stopped delivering lunches... and it turns out you're O'Rei, right?

It couldn't have been predictable that you were going to whine like an excuse for talking to yourself like that.

... Damn.

You're too pure.

It's a little creepy on your diminutive, dirty mind.

Let's be careful.

You cheat on the scatterers, you hurt all kinds of guys for money, you can't even save the ones you've been tormenting. There's a cheater...

Now, there's no way I can be soaked in serene happiness.

Me and Ginette, the world in our eyes is too different.

Just well...

"Damn you were so cute... Chickie... I should have chewed you up... Chickie..."

This much Moya Moya, you can have fun.

Well.

One day, Oomaro told me this story when he came to the Yangdu Pavilion.

The following are the contents -

Three idiots at the Torbec Workshop, who started taking lunches, apparently had solidified and eaten rice at the scene as well.

... Friendly?

Then, gradually, he said, more and more people showed interest in that lunch box.

"What are you eating?

"Sounds delicious."

"Give me a bite."

Carpenters from other sites and fellow Torbec factories began to say such words, and whenever Oumaro and the others came to the fore.

Originally, it was a city without a culture of lunch boxes.

It's common for lunch to go to a neighborhood diner or go home, and I guess the Umaros who stay on the scene and scratch their lunches outside stood out.

Furthermore, when the work was done, the people in the field seemed to be particularly interested in the Umaros, who softly and excitedly began to make their way home.

"You guys rush home every day, where are you going?

"Sounds like you're having fun every day."

"You're hiding something from us, aren't you?

Often they get stuffed that way.

But the greedy Umaros, who wanted to monopolize the goddess and the angels, went on to hide the facts.

That was bad. - And Oomaro said.

If you let me tell you, it was exactly what I was looking for.

The womalos at the end of the job are sneaked behind by the guys at the scene and finally get their tails gripped.

That is...

"Ugh! Awesome big tits girl!

"And rice!

"Magda Tan, seriously angel!

"You didn't know there was a store like this in District 42, did you?

"Me, every day! I already made up my mind!

How many new people have entered the Yangdu Pavilion.

"Ugh... even though it was just a relaxing place for the Oilers..."

Oomaro told the story in tears.

No, no, this should have happened sooner or later.

Anyway, this is what you guys were trying to get through here every day.

Humans are interested in where they go when they see someone who looks happy and sneaks out.

It would be a shame if that were to be every day. Plus, if they keep it a secret, this is synonymous with saying "reveal it" already.

I promised them a month's worth of meals instead of a refurbishment and used them as' free ads' for that period. Thanks to Ginette's kindness, the free meal period was extended to two months, with the result that free advertising would continue for two months.

Furthermore, if Oumaro were to bring his people here to pass, the carpenter's queue would cross the 40th, 41st and 42nd districts.

The residents who saw the sight would be intrigued by what was going on.

And some of them will follow and get here.

This is the real purpose for which I made the price a meal free pass.

It was a desperately unlucky operation to get people to the Yangtze Pavilion!

Reviews are the most effective way to advertise restaurants.

If you have a store where someone is going, you'll want to go too.

That's how you get to know the store and how long you're gonna be a regular.

That way, the customer rarely leaves.

"Mr. Yashiro! Awesome! How many years have you had your seat filled by more than half!?

Ginette and others are crying with much gratitude.

The effect of publicity, I would say, was once and for all.

But it's still the real deal.

Don't let it float with transient prosperity. In the future, we must continue to invest in customer retention and the capture of new customers.

But well...

"Mr. Yashiro. I am so happy now!

Wouldn't it be okay to be floating now for now?

Ginette looks so happy.

Look at that face, me too... well, that's fun.

Ten days after reopening.

Dinnertime at the Yangdu Pavilion and Head Office was surrounded by a lively laugh, and the employees screamed happily for the first time in its hectic life.