Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Place your teeth just near the middle of the boiled corn, spinning it. If you snuff the corn grains off with your front teeth, keep your cheeks shut.

And when his mouth is full, he moves his cheeks all the time, and Magda leaks his breath satisfactorily.

"……… delicious"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Womalo looks at Magda swelling her cheeks into bread and rubbing them in the corn, one step in front of the criminal.

What, this sight. It's Magda. Are you really a tiger? Isn't that a mix of rodent blood?

The rain has never shown signs of stopping, and the whole city is still dim today.

A burglary in the thirtieth arrondissement has caught its tail, and Womalo, whose work continued to be suspended yesterday, has been immersed in the Yangdu Pavilion since morning.

Maybe I'll get him a seat charge or something. In about 10 RB an hour.

Yambold and Gouzouya went home after lunch to pick up their lunch for the night.

They take care of the work tools because it's a corner break. If the tools rust due to the long rain, it's important.

"... a little apprentice, color-bogged beam"

"Become!? You're disrespectful! Ouilla doesn't usually lack care, so it's okay if it rains this long! Instead, they're the ones who want you to learn to take care of them every day."

"Hmm. Sounds great"

"Great for you, Ouilla!?

Then you're not deluded looking at a young girl in the daytime.

Really, I'll give you a restraining order over a few meters radius, Conoyalou.

"... Yashiro, this, very tasty"

"Right. Good for you. Wow. Say thank you to Womalo from afar."

"Why the fuck from afar?!?

Stupid Yarrow, because it's a waste of something.

"... Yashiro"

"Hmm?"

"……………… eat?

That's what he said, and he's offering me the twisted corn.

... No, that's just... If this was Tokyo, I'd be surrounded by officers.

"Da, dada, dada, it's Dames!? Magda, if you do that, all your fans will cry!?

Mostly you.

But, well, you do.

"Magda. You're a girl, so you better refrain from getting too sticky on guys or sharing your food that way."

"... why?

Because if you don't have a sense of crisis, you'll be attached to a pervert reserve like Oomaro. You can't say...

"Because you're important."

"... Magda?

"Ah. So this is a favor from me. Will you listen to me?

"……………… yes"

Most importantly, when you get sticky in front of the public, you're gonna have to buy some extra disgust.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Whether my words arrived or not, it's nearly impossible to read them from this guy's expression...

For a while Magda, thinking jizzily, shrugged again in a small voice.

"…… yes"

The second grunt sounded either heartless or happy.

If you look at my face, it was my usual faceless expression, so maybe it's my mistake.

"... do good"

That, I feel, is a statement when I'm not going to work relatively hard... well, you can take it as affirmation.

I'm relieved for now.

... in front of the Umaros, "Pants, are you there?," or, "Side, lick? 'Cause if you tell me, I'm not gonna be able to walk the night lane.

I don't sell fights to the Gatens. This, the common iron rule in every world.

"Oh, it's about time."

There is no clock in the Yangdu Pavilion. No, there is... and there is no...

In this city, time is measured by the bells the church rings.

First, 4: 00 in the morning. Then eight o'clock, then twelve o'clock, then sixteen o'clock for the last time. Night doesn't ring.

So, how do you gauge your time at the Yang Deception Pavilion... it's an hourglass.

A giant hourglass falling off in four hours is placed on the corner of the counter with Dodden.

The outer frame is securely fixed so that only the main part containing sand can be operated.

An iron rod is mounted in a position that bisects the outer frame up and down, and is connected to the middle frame that holds the hourglass in place.

As a result, a lady-shaped glass hourglass spins like a reverse.

Three lines are drawn on the surface of the hourglass, each representing an hour.

Anything, they don't seem to have a problem if they can confirm it in one hour increments, and they don't seem to get any more details or seconds out of it.

Every time the church bell rings, Ginette is spinning this big hourglass.

I don't know, the sight is so different... I always think it's like a scene in a fantasy movie.

The watch I have, which can be recharged by vibration, is much more high-performance and functional... but lately I had a habit of seeing time on this huge hourglass.

So much so that the sand is reduced that it can be read for about a few minutes.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro. I've been wondering for a while now..."

Ginette, who was cleaning the dining room, stopped working and came to me.

Ginette is wearing a shirt like that.

"Yangdu Pavilion/Head Office

Cheap! Yummy! Cute!

Stir-fried vegetables 20 RB ~!!

Absolutely open in District 42!!

24/7

You have to come or you lose! Invite your friends and family to come!!

The letter is sewn up.

I cut the pieces into letter shapes and sewed them up one at a time.

Or another version of the guy I lent Estella.

Yesterday, after Estella left, Ginette seemed so jealous... that she already seemed so jealous that this one pulled... that she couldn't get enough of cooking and cleaning up... and that seemed like an envy that should no longer be said to be a silent reminder... I made it when I lost my roots.

I got one of Ginette's clothes in the morning and I could sew up the letters there.

At that time, he said, "Uh... are you going to make it out of my clothes..." Ginette looked sad... but no, because it fits better and I don't have that much clothes either.

And... I want you to give me a break if I can smell you anymore.

That's why Ginette has been wearing a publicized shirt from the Yangtze Pavilion for a long time.

... This is the one you want to hear.

What makes you so happy? Even though the uniform is definitely cuter.

With the promise of just today, Ginette will spend the day in a publicity shirt, apparently.

Starting tomorrow, are you going to wear a uniform at work and a publicity shirt in private?... No, I don't know if it's a bit private.

"So, what is it?

"Um, what has Mr. Yashiro been doing since just now? Seems like they go outside every now and then?

He said, "Did you even pick it up?"

Who's picking up and eating and breaking their bellies?

This is why he's so imaginative... that's why he runs like that. It would not be an exaggeration to say that running into lactating milk, which has only a "rub" and a "pelt", rather than huge tits with endless possibilities of shape changes due to size, shape, elasticity and pressure, is a static representation of a lack of information processing power.

"I made something good for my backyard. I'm doing a test run of it today."

It kept raining so hard, my feet were so far away, I couldn't even get around the farmhouse where I was off work because of the rain, so I had plenty of time.

So, I was searching for a storage unit with Ginette's permission to do something... and I discovered something very "nice".

His name is... Refractory bricks.

Excellent for withstanding a thousand and two hundred degrees of heat.

I used that brick to make a brick.

Thought I'd bake some bread.

Rice is available and delicious rice is available every day.

... and now it's humans who want to eat bread.

The bread in this city is expensive for you to not taste so good.

The black bread is likely to be classified as blunt, and the white bread does 70 RB on top of the cushy.

Honestly, I can't do it.

So, if there is, there won't be anything else than making it.

If you can't stand what's there, you have to create it yourself.

Since East fungus was not available, we decided to make bread for natural fermentation for now.

I was taught how to make it when I was in Japan. It is a way to put flour, water and salt in a hot water disinfected vessel and let it ferment carefully over a period of 24 hours at around 26°C, but this is a difficult and scattered failure in Japan. But here it succeeded in one shot. Fermentation is now complete and cooked in a stone kiln. After all, when humans are cornered, it's something that shows true value.

I don't want to eat black bread like that stone! I guess the strong thought was also conveyed to the food god.

I'm looking forward to tasting now.

If we do well, we might be able to offer bread cheaper than a bakery.

Plus, if you make a decent stone kiln, you'll be able to make something like pizza.

This could cause a bit of a big movement.

It was a brick that was stored in storage, but there were not many, so this time we built a small, trial stone kiln.

This kiln will also be used to create more massive fire-resistant bricks.

Maybe the day will come to renew it as' Delivery Pizza/Yang Deception Pavilion '.

Anyway, now it's time to check the baking of the bread.

I've been preparing bread and stone kiln fire all morning.

It's definitely working.

Today, in the 42nd arrondissement, no, this city, All Bloom, will have a new history.

"I'll make you witnesses of history."

"... I only have a bad feeling about it, but... what are you up to?

"Magda, are you tired? You can rest in your room today."

"Wow! Super exciting! What Mr. Yashiro does comes from all the things that ordinary people can't even think about! Wow, fun!

Totally. He can't read the air in the field.

Well, fine. Look at my specialty bread. It's amazing.

"Well, don't go for a second."

I open the dining room door with my umbrella in my hand.

and... there was Estella in front of the door.

He spreads the clothes I lent him yesterday in front of me, and he's closing his face.

"............ you sniff?

"Wow!? Ya, Yashiro!?

It was such an unfortunate encounter that I overheard it.

No, you'll hear this, anyone.

"I'm not going to say anything to your special sexuality, but don't do it in front of him."

"Ba, silly, what about you!? Who can smell it?

It's you, you. You smelling monster.

"I was checking to see if the dirt on my clothes was clean. It's true!

Well, let's just leave it at that.

"Really, hey!

"I get it."

"I don't know..."

Why am I being blamed...

"So, are you going somewhere?

"Backyard."

"... did you even pick up some food?

... these guys, at all. Always this guy.

"Just go inside and wait. I'll show you something good now."

"... 'good stuff'? I kind of have a really bad feeling about this, huh?

"You guys, what kind of person do you think I am?

disrespectful.

Not at all disrespectful people.

"I'm coming with you."

"No, it's raining, stay inside."

"It's okay, I have an umbrella."

I'll be right back. Tell him to come in.

I ignore Estella and head to the backyard.

"Wait a minute.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................?

Right behind me, I heard water bouncing.

Looking back...

"... cold"

Estella had her feet taken by the mud and her buttocks were on the water hoard.

"... get dressed. Huh?"

"... yeah. I will."

Without dropping her shoulders, Estella walked into the dining room.

"Ah, Mr. Estella. There you are...... what is wrong with you, that outfit!?

Such, I hear Ginette's barbaric voice, and the door closes.

Estella smells more and more, the soaking ground is bad... if your feet get soaked, it's dangerous. I don't know if I can at least asphalt or something just in front of the store.

I came to the backyard with poor drainage, sticky as clay, and slippery mud taking my feet.

A simple wall and roof has been installed near where the firewood used to fix the chair previously, and it has cleared the storm. Do you feel like rice box cooking?

Closer, the smell of wheat burning was good.

Tingling, warm air touches the skin.

I opened the iron door to cover the lid while watching for burns.

Inside the stone kiln, neatly arranged, man-circle bread was baked in good condition.

Take one out of it and throw a bite of hot bread into your mouth.

................................. yeah! Yummy!

Because there is no baking powder, although it is not fluffy bread like the one sold in Japan, it is properly fermented and the sweetness of the wheat can be felt firmly.

It's delicious. It's the kind of bread that holds those thoughts.

"Okay, do you want to take this back"

I put the baked bread in a cage and covered the cloth from the top of the cage so it wouldn't get wet in the rain.

I feel like a redneck visiting my grandmother's house.

Be careful not to be in a disaster along the way and I'll head back to the dining room.

Upon entering the dining room, two people lined up in clothes with propaganda complaints about the Yangdu Pavilion.

... What, this surreal sight.

"Did you end up wearing those clothes again?"

"And you won't have a choice!? Because I fell earlier and my clothes got wet!

I come to return my borrowed clothes and wear them again.

What are you doing here, this guy?

"Well, it's a corner, so I'll feed you, too. It could change the history of the Yangdu Pavilion, give it a new product."

"Heh. You're so confident."

"Well, it's not bizarre. You won't be removing it."

With bread, you can also make sandwiches and hot dogs.

The menu widens.

"Mr. Yashiro. What have you been making? I want to see it fast!

"... anticipation"

Ginette and Magda are trying to peek into my cage.

Yeah, yeah. That's a good reaction.

Oomaro seems to be attracting interest, too, and he's embarking on himself.

So shall we go with the revelation?

"Summarize it! This is the natural fermented bread specially made by Oobayashiro!

Saying, pull out a cloth towel hung in a cage.

Beautiful contrast of bright wheat colour and soft pure white, the small copepan is packed tightly in the cage.

Everyone's gaze concentrates on freshly baked bread, and they say, "Wow! ♪ I can't hear the cheer... ♪

What the fuck?

Something's wrong with the air.

Inside the dining room, wrapped in bitter air.

Ginette's smile hardens, Estella becomes faceless, Oumaro sluggishly sweats, and Magda has vain eyes.... Is Magda as usual?

"Ya...... Shiro, mr............ ah, the..."

In the bitter air, it was Ginette who opened her fearful mouth.

"Ko, what the hell is this?

"No... bread... but?

"From where,... that, they were getting it?

"Hmm? Oh, I made it"

"... Huh!? Er..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"How... build a stone kiln in the backyard..."

"Repent!

Ginette screams in a genuine voice, not in the usual harsh or gentle tone.

"Yashiro! Do you know what you did!?

"Heh? Yes, no... Hi, you don't seem to understand..."

".................. Yashiro, criminal"

"Whoa!? What the hell, Magda!? Don't say anything bad about people!

"No, it's not a people-listener or anything... this is... seriously, there's nothing in Chalet"

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

I don't know what that means.

"E, E, Estella, duh, duh, duh, what shall we do!? What shall we do!?

"Fine, just calm down for once, Ginette!

"... Yashiro... how could you imitate me like this"

"Hey! Somebody explain! What did I do?

The atmosphere made me a little frustrated, too, and I yelled at him with a strong tone.

Ginette looks at me with frightened eyes, Oomaro still looks faint blue and Magda has the same boggling eyes............ at times like this, it's best to ask Estella!

"Estella, tell me! What was wrong with me!?

"I guess Yashiro didn't know............... making bread in this city is a felony"

Hmm... Hmm?

"Making bread is... a felony?

I don't understand what that means at all.

"Besides, bread kiln smuggling is also a sin"

"Huh!?

What the hell?

What are you guilty of?

You think if I bake bread, someone's gonna bother me?

"And anyway! Talk to Sister!

Ginette rushes past the counter and disappears into the kitchen.

"Oomaro. I'm sorry, but I want to wish you nothing else in this case"

"Yes, there's no way I can tell you, suss. The Yangdu Pavilion is no longer a place for relaxation for the Oilers, and above all, it is also a thoughtful place dedicated and refurbished. Besides, Mr. Yashiro didn't do it in bad faith. Sssss, I'm sure he'll be forgiven! Ouilla believes that, sss!

Honestly, my head hasn't come to understand the situation yet.

But...

Apparently, I felt only a tingle of crisis that it was going to be outrageous.

"Maybe you're breaking a contract for a bread guild or something like that?

"It's not a guild. I'm not talking about those little brackets."

"Huh... then...?

Before I could even choose the words to spit out, I was stuffed by Estella and sealed with words.

I grabbed my collar and I was attracted to it.

An impatient gaze stares at me.

"The right to bread is held by the Church"

"Church, Church...?

"In this city, it is the Church that has more power than the lords of the districts, more power than the royalty of the central districts, more power than anyone else. The rules of this city are all arranged by the Church with the Spirit God at its top. You can't live in this city if you defy the church."

"Well, what does that have to do with bread..."

"To bake bread, I need permission from the church. Even with permission, twice a month, the bread cannot be burned unless under the direction of the church, using the church stone kiln. Naturally, baking bread is subject to considerable taxes"

You have permission to bake bread. So?

"What are we going to do when we're short?

"Ask the church. … but that would require a considerable 'donation'"

"... Buddhistism, you're superb here"

"I'm not saying anything rare."

Estella's fingers are on my neck.

"If I were an avid believer... you would have just lost your life, wouldn't you?

... If this finger was a knife...

It's frightening.

But...... I see.

Bread, the staple food, is an essential part of living.

If we take power over him, people will not be able to defy the Church any more. Because if we run out of bread, people will starve.

Shield the increased power as such, and wield new authority again...

That's a nasty system you'll never get out of once you've embedded it. It would not be possible without simultaneous beeping of the inhabitants to overturn it. And I don't mean that to the residents here.

"Bread and kilns are precious items under church surveillance. Smuggling, smuggling, exporting, and trafficking deserve severe punishment"

"... to make amends with death?

"Most of the time, I'm exonerated for making large donations."

It's a fine.

You vandalized our island, so I told you to drop it... where is it? If I refuse, will I be imprisoned in my office by a strong young man? That's not funny.

Corrupt politics. The politics of this country is rotten.

"That's the rules of this city. It's a good idea to do whatever you want with a unique idea... but it's about expanding your knowledge more about who you shouldn't defy.... because there's more to this city than we can count."

... what a city.

The Roman Empire.

Do you think that nobles are respected above all else and that civilians are swept away by promises and nobility?

After all, God in this city is unlikely to like you.

If Almighty God has a truly just and merciful heart, he should be singled out in turn from the top of the Church immersed in gold and power.

If you don't notice the rotten smell drifting from your feet, either his nose is bent or he's rotten enough to emit the same smell himself.

Well, which is the god of this city?

"Mr. Yashiro! Wear this to church now!

Ginette, who came back in a hurry, wore clothes somewhat like a poncho of great decoration. Is it a costume that should be called a coat of law?

Ginette's undisturbed face, coupled with this weather, makes her look a little stylish Tertel boy.... you want me to wear that too?

"This is the sacred coat of law that cleanses sin. Wear this and sincerely repent, and I'm sure Master Alvi will have mercy. Come on, Mr. Yashiro. Let's go to church, as I will offer you too!

Really, Ginette is a devout Alvistan, I thought so.

Seeing as it is, Womalo is kneeling on the floor, hands together and praying. Is this guy also Alvistan?

So, Magda said... he was roaming the corn.

Oh, something calms me down, that feels like it.

"You better go apologize, even if you're not a church believer"

"If you want to live in this city."

"What if I told you I didn't like it?

"Ginette annoys you"

... I'm gonna give you a nasty return.

"Okay. Repentance or fine...... whoa, is that a 'donation'? Anyway, I'll do whatever you say."

Only those who are qualified to do so should turn their blades to power.

No matter how much I try to justify myself, I can't do anything to a helpless citizen without a stone on the side of the road. If you shield him, he'll just be unhappy.

... I can just keep that anger quiet though.

When that quiet anger accumulates to the full, shaking off the needle... the powerful are called upon to deliberate on their words and deeds in view of their past.

If there's room for discretion... if not...

"I just want to make sure before I do. It's something we have to do in order not to make the same mistakes in the future."

"What do you want to do?

"I want to find out the definition of bread. How far is included in the bread...... what is good and what is not"

If bread doesn't work, you can eat nan.

... No one has said that, but I want to know if "it's not bad because it's not bread" works.

"Well, let's just take what we can take and explain over there"

"Okay..."

Oh, it's been a while, this heavy feeling...

I feel the same way when they call me to the staff room. Ahhh.

I had no choice, so I decided to head to church with the baked bread and the bread seeds I was planting.

"Oomaro. I'm sorry, but could you leave a message with Magda?

"Uh, no, that's good, but... what am I supposed to do when a customer arrives?

"Handle it with a smile"

"No, no, no, I can't!?

"... Yashiro"

"Hmm? What, Magda"

"... Magda goes with me. Yashiro, you can't leave me alone."

"Really?

"... yes"

"Mm-hmm... then you can't help it. Umaro. Leave a message by yourself."

"I don't know what that means!? Then why don't we close the store!

"Silly Yarrow!"

I reprimand Womalo for messing with Dada, pointing at Estella's chest.

It's written in big letters.

"24/7"

"If you close the store, you'll lie."

"I already opened it once today, okay, suss!? I'm not closed. I'm not closed!

"If a customer came and the store was closed, you'd be sad though!

"Even if the store opens, it's the same without one of the store's people!

Yeah, you don't know!

I push Magda's back softly, angrily.

Pong and Magda, who took a step forward, turn their innocent eyes toward Oomaro. And I said it in such a way that I leaned my neck and looked at it.

"............ no?

"You coward, Mr. Yashiro! That's cowardice!

Pound Magda's back.

"............ no?

"Ahhh! Less variations come in cum the other way, sss! All right, sss! Instead, we can only do what we can! And come back soon, please!?

Mm-hmm.

Womalo is still a good guy.

Next time I'll make a handkerchief with a Magda sketch and give it to you.

Okay, let's go.

"... you're not the face of the man who's going to confess, are you?"

Estella looks very tired for some reason.

You don't do it with your face, penance is.

Led by a strangely mysterious faceted Ginette, we headed side by side to church.

There was no one in the rainy city, just noisy rain grains pouring out of the heavy sky.

It's kind of like the anxiety of this city sinking into the bottom of the water like this.

By the time you get to the church, the rain and mud will make your feet squeezy.

When I entered the talking room, Bertina greeted me. Sounds like the kids are napping time now.

Ginette tells Bertina the situation with a strange face.

... Something thrills me.

I wonder if they're going to take a donation or something...

If that's the case, I'll have to work on it somehow... Damn, if that's the case, I told you from the beginning. Back out and say, "Because that's no good. Yes, fine," you don't, no matter what you think.

Bertina looked at me when such dissatisfaction began to bring her head in her chest.

Too beautiful, my jewel-like eyes look at me.

The tighter my heart seems to lift.

What, this nervousness......... Sister's temper is so awesome...

"... Mr. Yashiro. I heard the story."

"is.................. yes"

I lose saliva from my mouth and dry on my heels.

Words get caught in my throat and don't come out well.

This intimidation... is a good battle with a life coaching gym teacher.

"Oh, isn't that a no? Meh!"

"........................ what?

"But if you didn't know, you can't help it. I forgive that sin with reflection and penance this time."

Huh............... just that?

"Oh, um... okay, Sister"

"Yeah, that's good. Ginette also seems to be heartbroken to Yashiro's point... because it's obvious to everyone that it wasn't meant to be malicious"

".................. Huh!

I hear Bertina's words, and there are tears in Ginette's eyes.

"Sister.................. Thank you very much!

Momentum bowed his head well, and a grain of tears danced into the universe on the clap.

The sparkling grain of light quietly poured down to the floor after flying around Ginette.

"Yashiro"

Softly, Estella hits me in the ear.

"You thank Ginette for her tears. I think that brilliance helped me a lot this time."

"If you're gonna cry and forgive me, I'm gonna cry as much as you want, even me."

I'm very good at pretending to be crying and reflecting.

"The purity of the tears will be different, not you and Ginette."

"Whoa. Don't sound so bad about Ginette's tears."

"Why do you assume you're winning? There's more to it than that, isn't there?

I leak my sigh like Estella was frightened.

Nevertheless, should I say something about thanking you for once?

Um, against pure tears.

"Ginette. I'm sorry... thanks"

"No, I'm sorry I didn't tell you first."

"No, it won't"

"No. Mr. Yashiro said he didn't know anything about this city... I can't believe he forgot to tell you such a basic thing... sorry"

Somehow they apologized.

"That's what's wrong with you. If you're bad, I acted recklessly, even though I didn't know. I'm bad enough, too. Just keep your head up."

"Yes. Together later, let's confess."

Damn...... I've been made to admit my sins properly.

I was going to get away with "such a bad system"...

Is this you? Is that a novice induction?

I guess they didn't put me on it properly, I...

Ginette... after all, this guy is so different from the rest of us.

I've never been cautious.

"So, Mr. Yashiro"

Bertina smiles slightly and comes to me.

"He had the bread you made, didn't he?

"Oh, here it is...... oh, no. …"

The moment I held my tame mouth, my eyes, which were like bodhisattva, sparked a bright, sharp glow.

You have to be polite in front of this guy.... if you don't want to reduce your life expectancy.

"May I see it?

"Ah, go ahead."

Pass the cage with bread to Bertina.

"Well," Bertina leaked, taking the cloth towel that was hanging in the cage and peeking inside.

"That's a brilliant job. The baker's guild is so shapeless."

It is greatly admirable.

but I guess I'm not too happy because this almost made me a criminal.

"It smells good, and it looks very tasty"

From Bertina's chunky mouth, glistening drops glide off gracefully.

Don't let it drip!

"To the Church, sinful things are restored to the circle of the world through the guidance of the Spirit God."

"... uh, I mean?

"Would you like to eat it because it's a waste?

This guy is really hungry!?

You know what, Sister's like this?

For once, it's a secret treatment, isn't it, Colle?

Eat up as such a delight, you goddess spirits and they don't bend your navels?

"There is no sin in food. Also, making food crude is tantamount to the act of hurting a creature to flirtation, which is very sinful. Also, I think it's equally sinful to make an opening in front of something that looks delicious."

"The last one is for real, isn't it...?

Well, throwing it away...

"Enjoy, then."

"Are you sure!?

No, I don't know if I can say no in this flow...

"I'm sorry. Looks like I kinda urged..."

I was!? Mecha, I was urging you!

It was a level reminder that Magda wouldn't be so blatant!

Bertina broke up happily when she stumbled on the bread.

"Oh... this is undisputed bread. It's totally out. It's sinful. Delicious."

At the end of the day, the true meaning is puffy.

No, well, you should be happy to eat it anyway...

"So where are we going to stop being out?

"No bread."

"What about Nan?

"... 'What'?

"And a pizza or something"

"... 'Pizza'?

"Cooking wheat in a stone kiln is the same thing, but I don't think it's the same as bread."

"That's the hard part. I'm not familiar with that" what "or" pizza "thing, and it's hard to say."

"That said, it's hard to explain with your mouth..."

All I can say is that I decided to explain Nan, the kind of bread I want to flatten, put on curry and eat, enough.

Well, what's the matter...

"Well, let's try and make it"

"Hey! What happened to the smuggling problem!?

You can't make it!?

"It is also the venerable role of the Church to salvage the heart of a troubled lamb"

Though you must be the one worrying about it.

"I wonder what it tastes like?" "I want to eat," it says on my face.

"Well, if you come to the Yangdu Pavilion, I'll use the stone kiln to make all sorts of things"

"When you're outside the church, it's hard to rub it down... and God's mercy is hard to reach."

"Well, unfortunately, I didn't..."

"However, even if the sky is covered in such thick clouds, the Spirit God's eyes may also be blocked and his eyes spilled"

You can do whatever you want!?

"So, only this time, specially, you said you'd allow me to use the stone kiln to dispel my troubled doubts?

"I can't allow it. It is a terrible thing, such as a single Sister exercising such authority. But I can do it if I'm young enough to tolerate excessive behavior as an ancestor."

"... I mean?

"Just do it, put it together later and confess"

This guy... Sister, can we just do this?

You don't think she'll be forgiven for anything because she's beautiful...

"… Sister…………"

Ginette looks at Bertina with her eyes like she sees someone in trouble.

I see. That's what this guy's been like for a long time. I got it on Ginette's face.

"Already, Ginette. Don't look like that. And look, isn't it written?"

I guess this reaction of Ginette is something she's used to too, Bertina smiles in an unintentional wind and points her finger at the shirt Estella is wearing.

"'Invite friends and family to come,' he said. I'm going to be Ginette's family, but isn't Ginette?

"Yes, no... Um..."

When they say that, I guess Ginette won't be able to say anything back anymore.

There was no objection, and he turned his gaze to me with a troubled face.

"This is a bailout for me. Mr. Bertina is trying to run a humanitarian aid operation.... so that's fine, right?

"Yes. That's Mr. Yashiro, isn't it? Very good at discerning things."

Bertina laughed satisfactorily and walked into the office. Looks like he went to get his cape.

"I hope Mr. Bertina isn't here and the kids woke up from the nap are not surprised."

"Oh, I think that's okay..."

Ginette answers my concerns casually with a troubled look on her face.

"As is often the case."

Sister Bertina.

Looks more like a runaway personality than I think.

Me, I kind of feel like I could get away with saying good things about church punishment in the future.

If you feed Bertina, she'll do a lot of convenience...

With a Sister Bertina that seemed slightly more likely to win when we weighed our meals and faith, we walked back to the Yangdu Pavilion in the heavy rain.

Near the entrance was also due to the large number of people entering and leaving, creating a larger reservoir of water than elsewhere. I guess the dirt is getting a little snagged up.

I have to do something there, too, and when I open the door thinking...

"Mr. Yashiro! Ladies and gentlemen! I've been waiting for you. Shh. Yikes!

- Oomaro welcomed me with momentum.

"My customers are here, I've been in trouble!

"Guests?"

Some of them have changed in this heavy rain.

And when I turned my gaze behind Oomaro...... there was a set of families. father and mother, and one son and one daughter at a time. All of them, with round ears on their round faces, look like overall elongated, flirtatious.

That family, with such a cute face as Itachi, had all round their backs and surrounded the table with a top-down.

I inadvertently pulled myself away from the shade until it was unnatural.

You don't have to release such a gloomy aura in a family outing because of how long it rained...

"Ahhh!

Ginette spoke to the family in a bright voice from behind me as I was being struck by a gloomy aura and solidified.

"Welcome. Welcome to the Yang Deception Pavilion!

To the usual phrase I was accustomed to hearing, the family looked up and slowly turned this way.

And he said this with his candle-fired eyes before he disappeared.

"Excuse me...... Stir-fried scum vegetables, just for one person...... are you sure?

Seeing the sight, I was screaming in my heart.

A cup of buckwheat buckwheat!?

- and.