Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

The sun falls completely and it's dark around.

Even so, the 'Soytes' body is blurry and bright with light.

And there's a black shadowy thing standing in that light, looking at this one jiggly......

"Lo, Loretta, we're getting away!

"Da, no! Ko, here, lose your hips............... don't stand up!

"You're scared, aren't you okay?!?

"Actually, I just couldn't afford it because it wouldn't come out! I'm scared! Uh-oh, no!

"Oh, already!

I run up to Loretta, who's going into the ground.... but Loretta can't even stand up if she's completely out of hips.... Can't you move it if you don't?

Even though there's a ghost right there......... I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible!

"All right, Loretta! I'll pick you up tomorrow!

"I don't like it! I hope you don't leave me! Curse me!? We'll sneak up to the last generation!?

That scares me!

"Then jump on your back!

"I can't!

"Yeah, damn it!

I could turn my back on Loretta and try to pull my arms rampantly on my back......

"I was there! It hurts! My arms are falling out!

"Let me sit down for a second and give myself a whimper!

"I can't help my legs. Ooh!

"... shall I lend you a hand?

"Excuse me! Please!

"... then grab it"

"Ha... thank you, stranger"

"... no, that's about it"

There was also the help of a kind person who managed to carry Loretta.

All right, now we'll run away with the dash................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... hmm?

"... to?

"... Yes?

I feel uncomfortable and look back.

Loretta was equally uncomfortable, looking back at the exact same time.

"... Please, have you been?

There's a black shadow staring at this one from the pale light...

"" Gaaaaaa!?

"Ha ha!? What, what...?

"" Yuuuuuuuuuuuu no!

"Huh!? Duh, where!? Where is it!?

"" It's you!

"Wow, I was a ghost!?

Are you unconscious?

"South Amitabha Buddha!

"Hih!? What, what is it!? What spell is it!?

"I will return you to heaven!

"Are you a wizard, hero?!?

Hmm?

Dear hero...?

"Oh, um... you're a hero, aren't you?

"No, just a cafeteria employee?

"No! You are a hero. It is the honorable man God has given to this world. I understand. I feel a noble soul. Yeah, the glow of your soul is totally different!

... hey, what is this ghost?

Are you even doing this for some weird religious solicitation?

"Brother............... this man is not a ghost............ right?

"Ah... Hmm, if you ask me..."

I seriously observe a blurry, shiny woman dressed in black.

He weaves black capes on his black clothes and wears a large black hat with magnum on his head.

And to see if he's a ghost, he lowers his gaze sooo much.

"............ there is"

"Awesome talking about boobs until this time!?

"Aah!"

A ghost hides his chest and screams.

Loretta, because of you, I've been treated like a pervert by ghosts.

"Not the breasts, the feet! I said I have legs."

"... feet? If you're on your feet, you're right..."

A little teary-eyed ghost puts his own feet in front of him in fear. To show it to us.

It's a cuddly, thin ankle leg. The swelling of the calf tickles the manhood.

"Brother, is your leg a good-looking mouth too?

"You, seriously, no contact with Regina."

Don't treat me like a sea fishing guild leg fetish half-fisher. It's unpleasant.

"In my country, ghosts supposedly have no legs. This man has legs, so it's proof he's not a ghost."

"Um... a ghost, could it be, about me... what?

A ghost... No, a ghost is asking with a surprised look on his face.

I'm surprised, so I'm sure it's not a ghost.

"On a night like this, you can't help thinking you're a ghost if you blur your whole body out"

"Oh, is this light...... I see I'm convinced"

A ghost who just agreed that there was a point, and zeroed a smile that seemed illuminating.

If you look directly in the front like this, you look cute for it. Age would be better than Ginette or Estella. It has a calm atmosphere. Probably in his mid-twenties.

There would be no such thing as errands coming to places like this at this hour for normal people.

If so, it is natural to assume that this guy lives in this neighborhood.

I live in this neighborhood and call myself a 'hero' or something, and that means I'm still around that age...

"You're the woman who's studying flowers in Theron's childhood."

"Yes. Yes...... but you understand very well?

"Well, there was some information."

"... did you say 'she's like a firefly squid' or something?

"No, I didn't say it,"

It's kind of a rapidly depressing ghost.

Maybe it's a little negative.

But you're a firefly squid... you know who you are. It's only starting to look like firefly squid anymore.

"Are you Firefly Squid?

"No, sir."

Denied in the face.

He also looks a little frustrated.

... because it's you, I said firefly squid or something.

"I'm Wendy Avery. I'm a scientist working on flowers."

The woman named Wendy picks the black skirt hem lightly and gives it an elegant thank you.

I can tell you are appropriately aged around being able to say hello like this properly.

"I'm Loretta! Nice to meet you!"

Bump on my back, put your arm on "Peen!" and Loretta stretches out and names herself with all her might without even thinking about the volume of her voice.... I'll have to tap this guy into something called courtesy for once.

"Best wishes. Mr. Loretta, and Heroes."

"Will you stop doing that? Yashiro is fine."

"Oh no! I can't believe you're abandoning the hero!

"So don't call me a hero!

"But... he's great enough to have a hero statue..."

"Oh, we've already settled on that."

The idiot who built the statue without permission kept it exactly simmered.

I'm going to use it on my chin for a while.

"So, what can we do for you?

Wendy called us out of the brick factory.

I was wondering if I could help you.

"As a matter of fact, I would like you never to make a mistake because it's not about stalking or anything like that... I saw a hero passing through here in the evening and I've been following him..."

"A stalker."

I'm a stalker.

"Chi, chi, it's not! Hey, I just wanted to talk to you!

"So you've been waiting for us to come out here the whole time?

"... Yes"

"A stalker."

I'm a stalker.

"So!?... Ugh, I can't argue..."

Wendy round her back and cries hard.

Before I went to the brick workshop, this must have been the shadow Loretta saw near here.

But why is this guy emitting light from all over his body?

What kind of supermarket is that?

"Actually, I... I was feeling my limitations..."

While depressed, Wendy starts talking to Potty Potty.

"I wonder if what I'm chasing is an impossible dream story in the end..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"But there's a reason you don't want to."

When I say it, Wendy turns to me like a pigeon ate a bean cannon.

No, it might stick tighter on your face like you hit a popcorn on a nephew.

Let's try it again.

"... how do you know?

'Cause I'm jiggling.'

"I've come to the conclusion," "I just have to give up now," and there's only one purpose for him to be telling 'others' about that.

I want you to say, "That's not true." I want you to say, "Try harder."

I want someone else to push my back because I can't find a reason to work hard.

"There's a very troublesome race in my country called 'OK.' You look a lot like them."

"… annoying…………"

I guess you're not used to being clearly denied.

Wendy gets visibly depressed.

Well, childhood taming isn't that cellon.

He must have taken everything Wendy said positively and pushed Wendy's back at any time.

But when it becomes obvious, I get anxious as soon as possible.

I was wondering if this person, who always supports me, is the only one who is special, and that all other humankind is negative... and "I really can't" towards that special person.

I'm afraid to ask that and I can't. But I'm concerned.

And when that happens, it's "Third Party Endorsement."

If I say, "It's okay, come on," I'm sure Wendy will be saved. Just for a moment, just for a moment. But it won't last.

Then you should let him go.

And I'll correct you so you can stand on your own feet.

Trouble is, I have to keep this guy positive for a reason.

"You're worried because you don't want to admit the answers that are already in you. I don't want to admit it. To not admit the answer, you're just repeating the excuse for this and why."

………………

I totally leaned down, Wendy.

Because I've been spoiled, I guess I don't know how to respond to tough words.

"Brother."

I rarely read the air and Loretta talks to me in a whisper.

... Can you please come down? I found out it wasn't a ghost, and how long are you going to babble, you little crying Loretta?

"It's already out there. The answer I don't want to admit is... I mean, stop researching and give up childhood taming... right?

...... hmm?

Did this guy take it that way?

But no.

"True or reverse."

"True or False, is it?

"I just have to give up," Wendy said. but if that's what you mean, you won't bother to ambush me until you talk to me.

"Wendy doesn't want to give up Theron for anything. I don't want to do anything to my aristocratic son-in-law. But I am in a hurry not to achieve what my research thinks. Time is running out, too, 'No more po! I want to scream."

"Do you scream 'no po'!? That's some cute scream!?

"No... Um, I've never used that word..."

Weird things ate me up, which broke my back of the story.

Wendy doesn't have to bother denying it.

"Well, 'No Po' appropriately said... anyway, Wendy wants to hold back Theron even by exposing him to something unusual, I don't want him around, I don't want to give it to anyone, if it's a holiday, I want to make a beta Thai chakora from morning to evening, I want to chew you up on weekdays, even when you're at work, and you want to come over and do something like, 'About me?', 'You gotta say cum,' hey! Mm-hmm. Oh, blow up, Leah! Play it, Lizenment!

"Brother! It's calming down! It's restoring reason! Nobody said that much!

"Heroes!

"Look, Mr. Wendy is in just the same angry mode!

"Why is it all foreseeable!?

"I really wanted to do that. Awesome!? It hurts! It's kind of a painful couple!

Loretta confused on my back, but it feels like if you let me tell you, why don't you even know that?

Couples all the time think the same thing.

Blow it up equal!

In short, I don't want to let go, but I don't want to expose the unusual.

That's what I'm talking about.

"Then we'll have to make the research a success"

Ultimately, the simplest solution.

"Once your research is complete, the flower beds that Cylon makes will be sold to fly. Right?

"Yes! It's, I'm confident!

Wendy's eyes, who nodded vigorously, were filled with absolute confidence.

Bricks that are only in demand as flower beds. But even that flowerbed is not in demand here in the 42nd arrondissement.

I guess that's why Wendy hangs everything on her flower research. Believe me, if research succeeds and demand for flowers increases, the demand for flower beds made by Cylon will increase.

but that confidence disappears in an instant.

"… if research is successful…………"

That's the hardest part.

If that's easy enough, we're all billionaires by now.

"So what kind of flowers are you researching?

Theron said 'flowers that don't exist in this world yet'...

"I'm studying glowing flowers."

"Glowing flowers......?

"Yes, I want to make flowers like that that accumulate sunlight in their petals during the day and make my petals shine by dazzling at night."

Glowing flowers...... I've never seen anything like that.

"I've been doing that research for a long time."

"So... you're starting to glow?

"It's not! Yes, but it's not!

Wendy shakes her arms in a blurry glow.

"This is because... I've been in the sunlight while waiting for the hero... you know, the powder of light sticks to my body and clothes... so...!

"The powder of light, is that what you invented?

"Huh? Oh, yes. Yes, sir."

If anything exists that is glowing this guy's body.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Hey, can you show me the results of your research?

"Huh?............... right. Let me show you to my lab."

We followed Wendy to an old house close to the brick factory.

Wendy walking forward was bright and very easy to walk. He's convenient.

The laboratory said a window called a window had been struck with a wooden plate, creating a different atmosphere.

Nonetheless, there is a thin, blurry light in the laboratory.

"Is this the result of your research?

"Yes."

Inside the lab is a large desk and shelf.

But more than that, I was concerned about the large quantity of hemp bags piled on the floor.

The light was leaking out of it. I guess there's light powder in there.

There seems to be a considerable amount.

"I'm fifteen years old for eternity, and after seventeen years of research, I rowed to the point of accumulating sunlight and creating matter that emits light at night. I'm fifteen years old forever."

You're already over two years old, because there's no way you can start researching at 0, so I guess you're there at your age.

"So, when I'm stuck in the lab, the powder really sticks to me... even if I wash it, it stains me so much that I can't take it anymore... and it may also have something to do with the fact that this powder is hard to dissolve in water..."

"Is it hard to dissolve in water"

"Yes, it's hard to melt and flow"

"Is the inventory just here?

"For now, that's right. It's possible to make it now."

"What about the cost of materials?

"It doesn't take that long. The raw materials are secret, but they are extracted from certain plants available in the woods around there. It's almost free."

I see. Ideal situation.

"So, with that powder, how were you going to shine the flowers?

"At first we tried to dissolve the powder in water and give that water to the flower so that it emitted light from within"

When red water is given to white flowers, the 'pipe' through which the water passes may appear red and clear. Whiter petals may also stain red.

It would be an application of that...

"If it's hard to dissolve in water, it's impossible."

"Yes. It was a failure. So next I applied it directly to the petals"

"What's the result?

"Dead......"

If they paint foreign objects, well, they will.

"Other than that, I tried this... none of it worked... I tried every way for a year... and yet..."

It took seventeen years to complete the powder of light and finally a year to start researching to glow flowers?

With more and more research periods going past age, I'm fifteen years old forever.

"… I don't think it's possible anymore…… I'm beginning to think so"

The plants are alive.

It can't be that easy to add foreign objects to living objects and alter them as if they were something else.

"Why did you think to make glowing flowers in the first place?

"Is that... admirable,"

Wendy smiles weakly and looks up to the ceiling to gaze at the distant past.

Wendy speaks quietly in a glowing pale glow. About a distant day.

"There are those of us and our nearby clans who live on the blooming hills of flowers. They are truly beautiful, graceful and, above all, well suited to flowers..."

Grasp the hat Wendy is wearing.

A large bamboo is pulled down, making Wendy's face invisible.

"I wanted to play with flowers that way, too.... but they told me, 'Flowers don't suit you'... because our clan doesn't have the habit to flock to flowers..."

Is it true that this guy has been researching for a long time to fill the heartbreak he suffered in his childhood?

But what the hell is this family...?

"So he wants to produce flowers like that that will instinctively swarm our clan! … that's what started the research."

That's what I said, Wendy took her hat off.

Wendy's head had a tentacle of blocking shaped like a leaf.

"Have the habit of swarming in the light, glowing flowers for us, the Yamamayuga tribe!

He's the one flocking to the summer vending machines, Yamamayuga!? Moths, moths!

They come together in the light, right?!?

"But... lately, I don't care what that purpose is... I want to help him support my research as' awesome 'with no results... just start thinking about it..."

Wendy shrugs with an illuminated, self-derisive, complicated grin.

"So what doesn't work... is this floating feeling... of helping him or fulfilling his dreams... I can't... can I?"

Dreaming of making flowers swarmed by moths and producing a great reversal of the resurrection of a needy brick workshop......

If that's what you're looking for right now...

"Don't you need to 'shine the flowers'?

"Huh?"

Hmm.

This is good.

This............... smells like gold pumping.

"Can you leave everything to me?

"Uh... Hero... No way..."

I'll take care of it.

"Ah... yes..."

Tears accumulate in Wendy's eyes.

I couldn't do anything about it myself, I couldn't give up Theron, and Wendy couldn't go or go back.

I wanted to reach out to someone, but I guess I couldn't rely on anyone. There are no other signs of people in this lab. I've been working on my own.

And I'm stuck, and I'm on my way... where I meet a hero.

Heroes aren't the pattern... but my presence moved Wendy. I couldn't move forward or backwards. I let Wendy step forward.

And he came after Fluffy and me......... and he mounted the cooperation.

It's Wendy.

Luck doesn't come rolling in, even in silence.

It's something that moves from me to grab.

Seventeen years and a year you've been scratching your feet means it was never in vain.

You moved me.

Then I'll do what you want.

"I'll take care of it, will you?

"... Yes. Nice to meet you... Huh!

Then we talked for a little while and I left the lab behind.

Loretta fell asleep on my back if I thought she was too big.

... he's a relaxed one.

That's okay................... I set up a little flirting at Wendy's.

That's how I got back to the Yangtze Pavilion after a long job as an executive committee member.

"Welcome home, Mr. Yashiro. That was a long time ago."

The store was closed, but Ginette came right out when I knocked.

I'm sure you've been waiting for me in the dining room.

"Mr. Store Manager, I'm home!

I woke up just before I got to the store. Loretta greets me back well.

And, Ginette's eyeballs were all open.

"Lo, Mr. Loretta... that, forehead...?

"Front?"

You guessed something, "Wow!," leaks a strange sound of breath, and Loretta jumps off my back. Running straight into the bathroom with Zudada. I guess I went to look in the mirror.

"Huh! Oh!? What is this ha!?

I hear screams coming from the bathroom and I blow them out by accident.

"... Mr. Yashiro. What did you do?

"It's the fare on my back."

"... already. Don't bully me."

gently embarrassed. but, well, that's about it.

"Whoa, whoa, bro! What did you do to me!?

Loretta jumps out of the bathroom and stares at me in a royal manner.

Bring the glowing word 'meat' to your forehead.

"I left Wendy's glowing powder on the deco. Now you're safe on the night lane, right?

"I would have liked it to be a cuter pattern anyway! What do you mean 'meat', 'meat'!?

Would it have been nice to have a cute pattern?

"Wash it and you'll fall off."

"I even heard that it was hard to dissolve in water! I was dreaming!

Yeah, you slept around there, this guy.

"Already! I only do extra things, your brother! Magda, hey! Give me some hot water, please!

Loretta rushes to the back of the kitchen as she scrubs the deco.

I guess I even headed to Magda's room. Here recently, Loretta was starting to stay in Magda's room or something. It seems friendly and above all.

Loretta disappeared for a few minutes...... I heard some amazing footsteps from across the kitchen and Magda jumped out to the dining room.

Looks like he's been walking all over the place.

And if you're going to find me, softly lift your arms and thumbs up and say, "Bish!," he protruded.

"... very funny"

I think I like it.

In the future, it might be a good idea for Loretta to do her best with a 'meat' character.

That's all Magda said, she walked into the kitchen again. I guess I'm going back to my room.

And me and Ginette were left in the dining room.

"What is that? And who's Mr. Wendy?

It's never like imposing, it just turns pure interest on me.

Instead, that's what I want you to tell me about what happened today.

"Sit down and talk."

"Yes. Oh, what's for dinner?

"Later. Let's talk a little bit."

"Yes."

Ginette turned to the kitchen, but when I sat in the chair, I sat down across from her.

This guy shouldn't be eating dinner either, but he doesn't even show such a bare gesture every time. Besides, it would be time for you to want to sleep.

Sorry... I don't think so.

... If you don't give this to me first, I won't be able to calm down.

"Speaking of which, we were talking about flowers during the day, right?

Ahhh... missed the slip in the conversation?

Would that have been too abrupt?

Damn, why are you so weird and nervous, I...

"Yes. You told me that it would be nice to build a flowerbed in front of the store"

"Ahhh... not that way..."

"Isn't that it?... uh... other than that, I'm talking about flowers..."

Look, Estella, it's like you're gonna hit me...

"Oh, is that a bouquet of flowers?

Yes! That!

"You were talking about Mr. Imelda getting a lot of bouquets of flowers."

"What about Ginette..., what do you say?

"I am, at all."

"Oh my... heh..."

Ginette, who barely leaves the cafeteria, doesn't have a chance to meet a man who gives me bouquets of flowers.

Then there's no other way for Ginette to get a bouquet of flowers than by a man she's already met.

Umaro, Becco, Mormat...

............... me, or something?

"So, yeah. I found something a little funny today when I went to the brick factory."

"What is it?

As my story progresses smoothly, my understated hands are pinched.

He stares at me with a smiley face.

Really, he's easy to talk to.

You're cared for, I am.

Every day, every day, it's not tiresome.

That's why.

You have to work a little bit, don't you think?

As a cohabitant... as a work companion... finally, as a man.

"I made an impulse purchase... and when I think about it, I realize that you had more meaning than me... so well... if you like, will you have it?

"Huh...?

"No, I hope it's annoying"

"I'm glad. I can't believe Mr. Yashiro bought me something."

"Oh... well... yeah"

It's been spotted, that I originally intended to buy it as a gift.

Let's go.

"This is it."

"Wow!.................. cute"

Place what Cylon has wrapped for me on the table and remove the wrap.

"Is that a vase made of bricks?

"Ah. There's a bricklayer with good arms. Apparently, the results of the research. It's light, and there's no water."

"It's nice......"

Ginette lifting the vase and looking with her lukewarm eyes.

Well, that's it.

Guys like giving a bouquet of flowers to a woman are all fucked up...... about a vase would be safe. I don't think it's a quiza.

In the future, someone will get lost and send a bouquet of flowers to Ginette, but that bouquet will be decorated with the vase I gave them.

Every time he sees a decorated flower, Ginette sees the vase with him.

... so it feels like something.

"When you grow flowers on this, it must be very beautiful."

"Mm-hmm... I don't know much about flowers."

"It's beautiful, I'm sure"

It was a statement with certainty.

It was a uninterrupted grin.

Because Ginette looks really happy and she says that while holding the vase,... I'm lost in blood, too.

"Well, I'll buy you some flowers next time. … corner, so."

"Ha!"

... I'll give the woman a bouquet of flowers... No, no, no! This is different! 'Cause that's how this works? How do you mean, inevitable?

So this is a no-can.

"Mr. Yashiro."

A viciously gentle smile that beats the bloody hell out of me even more can be directed at me.

Release a lethal amount of destructive healing aura to spit out critical words.

"Thank you"

For a moment, I thought the blood had boiled.

After all, you don't do things you're not used to...

"Oh, well... everyday, thank you"

When I managed to squeal that much, my life went to zero.

I can't say anything anymore.

Then I ate the rice Ginette prepared for me and I got to the floor early.

I couldn't sleep at all...