Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

A few hours after our meeting with Ambrose DeMily, Lord of District 40, we came to the residence of Guild Commander Stuart Javier, home of a wooden guild that houses Den in the midst of District 40.

In terms of luxury, armaments will rise to the Lords' Hall, but this one may lead slightly in pure size.

In addition to the guild director's hall, there are warehouses that complement the wood, factories for processing, and even simple dormitories where guild members can sleep.

With this much space in the center of the city, you can see the influence of the power of the wooden guild.

If it was meant to be, it shouldn't exist, such as a building that is more luxurious and larger than the Lords' Hall, but it seems to be an exception when it comes to this woody guild.

"But you were lucky, weren't you? I can't believe you got a response right away."

Estella says in a good mood.

Though DeMily got a reference, the other guy is the head of a woody guild with influence all over the district. I naturally thought I needed to get the day back out, but we were allowed to see each other in the meantime.

Demily was laughing, "It's his fault," but it's convenient for this one.

It would be more helpful if the contract was signed early.

"We're talking about it. This way, please."

Guided by the good servants of Gatai, they pass into one of the rooms of a magnificent building.

... Is Gatai so good because it's a wooden guild? Is this dusty, too?

In the room that was passed through, there was a good big man waiting for him one more time than a servant...... no, two times.

"Wow, you've come a long way. I'm Stuart Javier, guild leader for the woodcutter guild."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Javier."

Estella is grinning at Osama, who has sumptuously stored her beard.

Looks like this Osama with a nice smile from a person is the guild leader for a woody guild.

That should be the head of the woody guild...... my upper body muscles are supposed to be amazing.

If I get angry, my clothes are going to tear to bits.

"It was a sudden favor and I really appreciate you making the time so quickly"

"Never mind. The others will do the work. I don't have time for guild leaders."

gahaha and a big man laughing luxuriously.

Javier seems to be a really solid man.

"I let you read the letter from Ambrose. They want us to send some wood dust."

Javier calls off DeMilly's first name.

I don't care if you're a lord or not, but you seem to be really close as Demily said you were "friends with the old knowledge". Well, you look close to your age.

"Yeah, it is. We want to set up a city gate in the 42nd arrondissement so that we can go directly from there to the deepest part of the forest outside."

Estella explains by highlighting the areas that will benefit the wooden guild.

Currently, the Wooddust Guild is moving out of the Forty Districts and through the woods, active,

Warcraft travel through the woods and are dangerous. As a result, I can't stay very long.

For this reason, the woodcutters are relatively in front of the woods… i.e. only entering the area close to the gates of the forty districts.

If the gates can be found in the 42nd arrondissement, the venue for the activities of the wooden guild will be exceptionally wide.

Besides, I'm saying I'm going to be buying tons of scraps almost permanently. This must be a pretty positive business deal for a woody guild as well.

There will be a few more things to boil down to in terms of introductory taxes, attraction, etc., but the contract itself should work.

From here on out is Estella's territory. It's not where I pinch my mouth.

So I'm standing next to Natalia and being thorough with your people.... I was just pissed off at the way you treated Demily. I won't do anything extra.

"Mm-hmm. No problems with conditions or treatment. Sounds like a good story to me and my woody guild."

"Yes, and I am confident that you will"

"You can't be unobstructed if a beauty tells you so much."

Also Javier laughs gahaha.

Estella smiles along with it.

You've already decided on this.

All right, all right. Now we can have a city gate in the 42nd arrondissement, and the main road leading there will be maintained, and the Yang Deception Pavilion will thrive on the shelves.

Welcome to a bright future!

And goodbye, idyllic bird!

- And then.

"Father, may I call you?"

As the business talks came together and Estella was colluding with Javier, who should be called the muscle Dharma, while shaking her full diplomatic smile, a voice was inadvertently heard from outside the room.

Seeing, a brilliant lady stood across a large wooden door held down by a servant.

Shiny blonde hair dances flutterly and lightly as a loose perm is applied to the tip of her hair.

Luxurious, sluggish hands and feet, the style to perfection that's well out where it comes from.

The lustrous white skin like a fine pearl gives a sense of purity and noble beauty without knowing the fouling, and the little red fruit-like lips do not let go nailing the gaze of the beholder.

And most of all, the characteristic is the long, cool eyes.

He has fascinating eyes that combine deep ocean bottom-like tranquillity with burning magma-like strength.

Whoever is stared at by these eyes will not hesitate to think this.

"I want to be scolded by those eyes! I want to be scolded!

Somewhere, there was a lady there who seemed somewhat willing to make me feel s/o.

"... heh"

Well, that's beautiful.

I can also snort that the wood dust turns up the heat.

"Oh! Imelda, are you here?"

Javier's Osama melts facial muscles.

I look so confused that I wonder if my muscle tissue has collapsed.

You like it so much, your own daughter.

"Let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Imelda."

"... Hi"

Glimpse at us and Imelda greets us with a gracious greeting.

...... hmm?

Something's wrong with you, man.

"Imelda. They are the deputies of the lords of District 42."

"of the 42nd Ward............ yes"

Imelda's gaze is directed at Estella.

Estella manages to keep a grin as she draws her face to that obvious gaze.

"So, what can I do for you?

I don't think I have any particular feelings about Estella.

This guy... what's up?

Estella's the only daughter of a lord, isn't she?

"Actually, he wants to attract branches from the wooden guild by building city gates in District 42."

"Attract?

"Oh. That's not a bad story, is it? If you can get to the city gate in District 42, it will be easier to get to the back of the woods that have been difficult to get to before, and there will be a permanent demand for timber in District 42 in the future..."

"I'm not convinced."

Imelda raising her icy voice so as to block Javier's words, which she was speaking in a good mood.

Javier solidified and at the same time the indoor air froze.

............... What's this guy talking about?

"Oh, you know. Imelda,?

"What is it, 'of the forty-second district' lord 'surrogate'?

Imelda sees Estella, adding a nasty emphasis to the savings.

He tilts his neck and gazes at him with a gazing face.

... from next to me, I'm starting to get an intelligible killer. Relax, Natalia, because if you move, there will be a dead man.

"I'm not convinced... What does that mean?

"You're right."

"Can't you tell us more?

Estella is a fine nobleman.

Even with this attitude, he still responds with a smile without revealing his anger.

... for that matter, the woman next to me is annoyed, but she seems to be boiling back.

"Need an explanation?

Spread your hands and squeeze your shoulders.

It's a gesture when Americans say, "I'm scared, not at all."

Is it so annoying when they actually do it, that pose?

"'Cause it's District 42, right? Bottom line of all-bloom. The city is dirty, the inhabitants are miserable, black bread hard on lean vegetables when I say what to eat. If there are no attractions to see, there is no such thing as a tradition, history or anything to tell. There is no such thing as beautiful everywhere you look. Why should our glorious woodcutter guild have a branch in such a priceless district?

...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"I've only been there once in my childhood, but I regretted going. The whole city is full of strange smells and I thought it would make me sick. That's a place you never want to go again. Besides, is there still a slum in the 42nd Ward? It's dangerous."

... and once more.

"That's a misunderstanding, Mr. Imelda"

"Oh? What do you mean?

"Sure, once District 42 might not have been the kind of city you could be proud of. But our city has changed dramatically in the last few months. The city has become beautiful and people are full of life. Besides, it's about slums, and now it's a peaceful and open region, reborn as a new town under the leadership of Torbec Engineering, which is based here."

"But" Forty-Two, "right?

……………… zero.

"Wax, I like to love beautiful things more than anything. Do you have anything in District 42 that the wasps deserve to love about being reborn? Even if there's one thing that matches the beauty of this wax..."

"Estella"

I give Estella my voice, ignoring the blonde lady who revels in her grandeur.

He doesn't have to do this.

"We'll talk about it later, and we'll just make a deal. The person in charge of the wooden guild is Mr. Javier, the guild leader. Let's get his approval and get the papers signed. You just have to spend hours, years, centuries trying to convince him."

And I say clearly with an insulting gaze in the eyes of a lady who frowns and reveals her disgust.

"Beauty is all that matters in the mascot of the handle, only when you're welcome and dropped off"

"What the hell!?

That's right, that's fine.

You keep your gaze on me.

It's not Temehe that matters, it's Temehe's father.

More importantly, all you have to do is autograph Temehe's father.

Conditionally, there is no reason for Javier to refuse this contract.

Lords, it's hard to even think about scorning the Guests you've been introduced to immediately.

What did the misguided lady say that this negotiation had already been concluded on a practical level?

Then it's useless to just deal with a bad guy like this or something.

One thing I found out is that woodcutters are made of muscle all the way to their brains.

You're obsessed with a woman like this... it can't be.

Don't you just like your face?

No, I said on my face, Estella's a few steps up.

............... Only boobs fail miserably though.

"We're not free, either. Mr. Javier, let's talk about your beautiful young lady and now let's talk about her work."

Shut out the entrance gap for outsiders, and I'll move on.

The lady should be staring at me in the corner of the room.

Your beautiful face is distorted into humiliation and you're freaking out.

Sorry, I'm pretty dsd too. I'm not going to give in like you did.

"Okay, Mr. Javier. Continue the story…"

"Father!

Estella gives me the paperwork, and I'm about to resume the conversation, and a disturbing cut of gold interrupts me.

"If you put branches in the 42nd Ward and elsewhere, you will be named our noble woodcutter guild! It is a humiliation in itself to have wood dust in a city that is not beautiful! The wax is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely the opposite!

What a beautiful city.

Do something about this road with Temehe and then talk nasty.

The selfish lady ignored the contract... and gave Javier her eyes, and I was stunned.

"You can't make this contract!

Javier returned his palm.

Huh!?

Didn't you just say "Not bad" and "It's a good story for a woody guild"!?

"Hey, Mr. Javier!

I'm stuck with Javier.

I tried to keep you company, but if you hit me with this ridiculous air, my eclampsia would wake up and fever.

"You don't want your daughter to hate you. You're not saying that with all your heart, are you?

"Oi, I'm young............"

The eyes of a rough man who has lived in a dangerous forest for decades glare at me.

I have goosebumps all over my body with tremendous force.

... Cells make a scene when it's dangerous to defy this guy.

"............ you're right, but what!?

"'What!? It's not!

Can you hear cell warnings?

You're an asshole, Osama!

Awesome parents. Stupid parents!

"The life of the eagle is imelda! I would override any opinion to avoid Imelda hating me! That's not my Justine!

"Don't let the grand pity slip through!

No!

Instead of confusing public and private interests, this guild leader gave priority to private feelings!

I guess I've become a selfish young lady so far because I raise her that way.

"Come on, a beautiful wasp will drop you off, please pick it up!

Damn, quote me just now and yammy...... really, she's a bitch.

"Dear Yashiro..."

Natalia whispers quietly in my ear still moving back into the unexpected Javier's palm.

"… it is possible for me to retain it without anyone noticing?

"... let's not do that"

"... Really?"

Scary... Natalia, I kept quietly accumulating the insults Estella suffered... I hope it doesn't explode somewhere...

"Come on in, come here. I'll show you to the exit!

Turn around and turn your back. Imelda just leaves the room.

... Can't we just keep the door shut and start another negotiation?

"... sorry, both of you"

Javier whispers his apology after Imelda leaves the room.

You know, once I say it out loud, I have an ear for my daughter.

"... I guess it's because you were raised the wrong way"

"Because she's cute!

... It's not "Monkey," you mustache!

but you're aware of your insanity as you honestly put in an apology like this. Then give me something I should sign the contract with...

"Let's promise that the negotiations will be accommodating when it comes to sawdust, although it's been a shame. It's also an introduction from Ambrose. So why don't you do something about it?

I can't put down a branch of the wooden guild, but the crumbs are accommodating... maybe that's a good place to drop it... then I'm in trouble!

If the wooden guild hadn't come, the city gates wouldn't have been built.

When that happens, there will be no more main roads.

And then what happens to the Yang Deception Pavilion!?

"... you have no choice. Even if you push it, it only makes the relationship worse."

And, Estella also starts to say things like she gave up.

Try this one, and you'll just have a sewage contract with Ambrose DeMily, lord of the Forty Wards.

You must think you don't have to stick to the gate or something.

So you're in trouble with that! Me!

"Imelda! Listen to me for a second!

If this is the case, I can't pretend!

The point is, you just have to convince that selfish lady!?

That way, this dumb parent must wheel a branch of the wooden guild over to daughter cuteness!

"Imelda! Come back here for a second!

But scream as you call it, Imelda doesn't show up.

I don't even think I'm going that far..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"The most beautiful Imelda lady in the world! Show me that beautiful face again, you fool!

"You can't help it. Just for a little while, huh?

Imelda came back in graceful footsteps.

............... this guy is an asshole too.

"So what, you stupid fool?

Imelda is smiling as if she's in a good mood.

This guy, maybe even if he doesn't, he's weak on the loose.

But I don't see how this is going to happen just because I can.

He won't shake his neck vertically unless he repaints a negative image of District 42 that this guy has had since childhood.

"For once, will you give me a tour of the 42nd arrondissement? I want you to see the reborn 42nd arrondissement with that eye."

"I don't like it. It stinks."

"It stinks... but I can assure you that District 42 is cleaner now than District 40"

"Is District 42 better than District 40? There's so much to joke about. If it's too convenient, it'll make you a frog, right?

"Oh, good."

If you think my word is a lie, you can call it 'Spirit Judgement'.

I assure you.

District 42, complete with sewage, is cleaner than District 40, which has no roads like this either!

"... you feel confident."

"I've come to sell that technology and just signed a deal with my lord. I think it's going to be a far better technology than this."

"…… yes, it is……………"

All right, that's another push.

"Ma'am, there's something beautiful about District 42 that's very attractive to you."

That's my self-confidence.

Only this guy can tell me with his chest up that he's number one in this all-bloom.

"There's something like that......... do you really have it?

Even as I'm surprised, I'm turning an interesting gaze.

You ate...

I'm gonna fold you out of here and make you absolutely say "yeah"!

"Ma'am, every day you... what's it like to be in the bathroom?

Sparn!

I heard a tall noise and a severe pain ran on my cheek.

"Heh, heh, there's more to it than that!

"... no, you're not... you're not going to sexually harass me..."

Damn, she's a bad lady.

"Needless to say, the most unclean and unhygienic thing in this city is the bathroom. But there's a clean, beautiful bathroom in District 42."

"Wah, I'm telling you to toilet in the wax......... come and see your wash!? No disrespect. Shit!

Why!?

The bathroom!?

You'll definitely want it when you see it!?

If you're a beautiful lady, you might cheek on too much beauty or something!?

"I won't talk to you. There's something to be proud of... Oh, I can't believe you just washed your hands... so the 42nd arrondissement..."

"Wait! Who said it was just the bathroom! There's so much more!

Popcorn, tacos... well, it's a little plain to present. If there was at least the real thing, it would be negotiating................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"It's not even worth inspecting this beautiful wasp right now because it doesn't seem to convince me of its beauty."

"Then I'll show you. Proud delicacies from District 42. Natalia, get me some lunch!

"Yes, sir."

This is the lunch Ginette gave me this morning.

I thought I'd eat somewhere, but I hadn't gotten my hands on it yet to avoid getting full before negotiating with the wooden guild.

People think dull when they're full. You should be moderately hungry before the battle.

And Ginette's lunch box is a specification that can't be stopped on the way.

I eat it delicious and sticky. Especially when you're with Estella.... We agreed to take it from each other.

"Ready."

Wood dust guild reception room. At the table in the center of it is placed the lunchbox of the familiar Yangdu pavilion.

Showing interest, Imelda and Javier come close.

"Come on, take a look..."

This is the strongest hand cooking in the 42nd arrondissement!

It's Ginette's lunch box!

"Ko, this is..."

"Ho..."

Imelda and Javier leak their voices unexpectedly after peeking into their lunches.

Ginette's lunch box not only has an overall balance and color, but it also adds finesse or decorative and hateful effort to each and every one of the freaks, which is exactly what you deserve to call art.

I am confident that I can create the finest products for the most part with the dexterity of my parent's hand and the skills I have worked out in the scammer operation. But naturally, I'm not even willing to fight this.

There are no better dishes in this world than Ginette's handicrafts, not even in Japan.

As much as a damsel against a horse with a memory correction.

"Oh my... this is beautiful"

Javier leaks his admirable breath.

Imelda says nothing and just sees it in a bunch of jittery dishes.

But it can be said that its silence is the affirmation of beauty.

Exactly, he's called 'No Words'.

"What do you say? This is the finest dish in District 42."

"Hmm. You're really reborn in District 42."

Javier nods as impressed.

That's right! Eat more!

And sign the paperwork...

"It's beautiful indeed! But..."

.................. 'but'?

"It's just the beauty of the beginning, something like this, that quickly decays over time."

………………

………………

...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"The wasp finds value in its permanent beauty"

"Wait a minute! Although there will be as many beautiful things as blooming flowers, shifting views of the Yuku city, even if they are not immutable!

"Flowers bloom beautifully again when the time comes. The shifting Yuku landscape is another beautiful thing, even if it changes shape. But how about this?

Pointing to the lunch box, Imelda lifts her eyebrows.

"If you eat it, it will go away, and if you don't eat it, you will see it decay and become unbroken. I won't admit to waxing this kind of thing, which is just a temporary decoration and pretending to be beautiful!

.................. no.

I'm sure whatever you say to this guy won't make sense.

"but.................."

Imelda has said these words to me when she dropped her shoulder.

"I admit it's a beautiful dish. I will spare you this temporary beauty, only once, just once, and you will go on a visit to the forty-second district. At that one time, I hope I can convince the wax. Otherwise........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Do you mind if I do?

Is this an opportunity……… or is it the opening of the Murigue?

I was in that mood, staring at a shaky mirage across Kasumi.

Leaving Javier's Hall, we returned to District 42.

On the way there was a break and I was supposed to eat lunch, but I didn't say a word. I didn't get an appetite or anything.

Once... just once... if you can't convince that selfish lady, the location of the Yangdu Pavilion will not improve.

Prices will be normalised and competition for restaurants will intensify in the future.

I mean Ginette, you must not be convinced of the relocation of the Yangdu Pavilion, etc.

In that place, in that store, we have to deal with other stores...

Damn............... it's dark in front of me.

"It's so dark already."

When I looked up at Estella's voice walking next door, it was really dark in front of me.

Soon the sun seemed to have fallen.

I stopped by the woodcutter guild, which made me go home a long time late.

I should have been able to go back in the evening.

"Oh? Are you..."

Looks like Natalia found something at the point of entering District 42 and leaving shortly for Central Square.

He is pointing forward and staring.

Turning your gaze to you...............

"Ah! Yashiro!

There was Ginette.

He hangs a small lantern in one hand and waves this way in front of Central Square.

"Ginette. What's wrong with you, here?

When I get to the buckwheat, Ginette rushes over.

And then he looks up at me with a happy face somewhere.

"Well... you said you'd be back in the evening, but I thought it was a little late..."

"So, you came to see how it went?

"Oh, um... I've never walked out much, so I've only been able to get here..."

Much better than being alone in a place you don't know.

"Have I kept you waiting long?

"No. I just got here. This lantern is the proof."

He claims that having a lantern means he left the store after dark...

I don't really want you to do something unscrupulous like this......... but now you should be thanking me.

"Thanks for picking me up."

"Yes! Good luck, everyone. How was it? Did the story come together well?

"That's right, Ginette."

Explain what happened to Estella today.

As we speak, we go into Central Square and keep walking.

"Really? Mr. Woodlust Guild did that............... but I'm glad you decided to sew it."

"Yeah. That's a relief."

Ginette and Estella with a dusty grin.

... You can't just sewage.

I need to be able to attract a wooden guild.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Nnooooo!?

"Yikes!?

"Become, duh, what's wrong, Yashiro!?

I rushed all the way to the creepy shadow nestled in the middle of Central Square.

"Ah, again..."

Ginette seems to have noticed now, so maybe she put it down the way she did.

He said he just removed it this morning... did he rush to make it... there stood a statue of an equal size wax imitating my appearance.

"That's the third one."

"I can't help it. Natalia, help him carry it."

"Yes, I did. Let's chop it up and split it it up."

"... no, it... looks..."

Natalia says horrible things, but I don't care about that.

Yeah, I don't care.

I saw this wax statue and it flashed.

I can..................

This is... We can do this!

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh! That's good! This is good! Great! I can go! With this guy, you can go if you want. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Ya, Mr. Yashiro!?

"Hey, what's up, Yashiro!?

Me next to me. My Ginette and Estella, and Natalia, who softly sets up a knife to shut me up with force moves, don't care now!... Oh, no, let's stop Natalia.

Anyway, I saw a winning chance!

God hasn't let me go yet!

Isn't that a good place? Oh, God!

"Ginette!"

"Ha!"

"Estella!"

"Hey, what!?

"And then Natalia!

"What is it?

I'm on the spot. I look over together and give instructions to gut the tail of the winning chance I'm starting to see.

"I'll get the killer! Make this wax statue and catch whoever set it up here!

That's how I started the mysterious sculptor capture operation.