Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

By the time the sun fell and the faces of those walking next door could only be seen in vain, the lights lit the festival venue.

There was a fire in a candle lined up on both sides of the road.

Huge lights made of wax. It's the enormity that will keep you burning all night.

As people flow, the warm orange flames of every swing illuminate the festival venue.

"Beautiful..."

Imelda leaks her sigh into a line of flames lined with zurali on the night lane.

It's spectacular indeed.

The festivals, who were obsessed with food until earlier, are now oblivious to the beauty of the lit flames for a while.

"What do you say? The brightness of this road."

"That's quite something."

"Then the branches of the wooden guild are also on this street..."

"But when the festival's over, the lights won't be on, will they?

Ugh... it's poking me where it hurts.

There it was, like, aye-free and like, "Well, beautiful! I'm going to live here, ok, ok, ok?"

He seems to have liked this sight that spreads in front of him now, but he's not going to acknowledge the location of the branch with this alone.

It's going to be hard to make Imelda change her mind about liking the beautiful streets of Newtown and wanting to live there.

... There's a trump card over here.

Estella, who knows the trump card, also shows no interest in what Imelda said and where the wind blows. I can feel the room.

Most importantly, this guy is in the position that it doesn't matter where the branch location is, as long as the wooden guild comes to the 42nd Ward. I'm not an enemy, but I can't count on you.

This candle, by the way, has a little special processing and doesn't disappear a bit or softly.

As surrounding the candle core, it is wrapped with a flat cloth knitted with fiber, which, from above, is shaped like "◎". This causes the core stained by the lows and the cloth around them to burn at the same time, not to disappear slightly or softly, and the flames become larger.

When you turn it off, put an iron lid on it and it disappears immediately. It's really a moment.

Each of the lights made of lowe has a lid, so take it and "pong" it - the extinguishing of the fire is complete. It's a bright, sturdy and safe candle.

"You want this light, too, for us."

"Oh, Becco would love a subscription."

"Instead, I think your father will be sad."

Naturally, the price is pretty good because it's such a well made light.

Besides, it only lasts one night because of its strong firepower.

If you are going to use it at home, you will need to buy it every day, and the just woodcutter guild will also be oppressed with your finances.

"So when does the main event start?

"We're almost there. Now let's enjoy the evening opening."

By being illuminated by the light, I feel the illusion of being in a different world.

It is troublesome because even those that are eaten scattered during the day will look delicious again when the way they look is changed. I'm also convinced the purse string will loosen.

"Wax, I'd love to have another two or so okonomiyaki!

"Hey, misplanning!

Some people are unplanned like this.

"At night it changes the way it looks and I feel that what I get during the day will taste different again. Forty Frankfurts, please."

"Yo!? Forty!?

In Paula's shop, the Sister, whose main event should be withheld soon after this, is showing off her food... There she is, unplanned more than Imelda...

"Estella, take me to church and get ready."

"Okay."

Walk out towards Bertina, where Estella gives a joyous voice to Frankfurt, who has become a pile.

...... but stopped immediately and looked back at this one.

"I'll do my best, just keep an eye on it."

And so on, unleash girly words on me.

"Ooh... I'm watching"

What, this feels a little sweet and sour.

That's what I'm gonna see.

It is no exaggeration to say that the merits of this festival will be questioned as to whether the main event will be a success. I've been running around for this.

So I'll see. I'll see... Something tells me that, but I'll look at it a little differently.... Not at all.

Estella pulled a fiercely resistant Bertina off to church, and I headed with Imelda to the Yangtze Pavilion.

Would the Ginettes have gotten the job done and made it to the event?

Worst case scenario, I'll take over the store number...

... Oh, my God, I was thinking.

"Sisters, she's gone."

"Shops, food, sold out -!

"Now it's just a resting-place!

That was a shocking statement.

Oh, my God, the prepared ingredients were poking at the bottom. Sold out, sold out, closed.

Oh my God... I can't believe I misread...

I can't believe I'm running out of stock when I make this kind of money...... I'm sorry! The momentum of three days and three nights pushes me to regret.

How much profit has been made in this sufficient, hourly...

"The manager was happy."

"Delighted."

"We all banged up -"

"Customers Banzai"

"My sister said she was glad she had time to spare."

"Master Magda also said..."

If you ask, the stall people sold out early, and Magda and Loretta were coming back to the Yang Deception Pavilion.

Sold out in three of the four stores...... ooh...

But, well, if you think I didn't have to bum it because of you... well, okay.

And... you know what? Ginette, were you happy?

"Store manager, I've never sold out before."

"He said he looked like a grandfather -!

"Grandpa Sold Out -!

"Sold out, Jizzy!

"No, you're not. It's not like Jizzy sold out, is it?

"Jizzy!"

"Sold out -!

"" "Sold out, Jizzy!

"No, so... well, no, no more"

Long after Ginette took over the store, the Yang Deception Pavilion continued to hold tons of inventory.

He said he was disposing of a lot of excess ingredients until I got here.

Each time, Ginette would have felt lonely.

I can't sell it even if I try.

Even if I try, there's no one to look at that effort.

That's very hard.

I don't think you broke my heart a lot.

Because it didn't break there, because it didn't rot, the Yang Deception Pavilion came this far.

How did the sold-out from today's great prosperity appear in Ginette's eyes?

How did you shake Ginette's heart?

I'm sure you're not having a hard time. Rather than that...

"Then, well... I guess it's okay to sell out"

This time, I think it was a study.

You just have to use this lesson next time.

Yeah, this guy's some kind of investment. It's a difficult experience.

"Mr. Yashiro. Would you like to watch the main event here?

The Yangdu Pavilion was full of children and elderly people.... I guess I'm pretty tired. All the guests taking a break don't get up from the chair.

I wonder if I can get in the way if I stay here.

"No, let's go to church. That's where it looks best."

The march of lights comes from east to west, mainly from the church.

It would be most spectacular to admire in the church.

Dawn!

And, one shot in the distance, the drum sounded.

"Yabe, it's already begun!

"What, is that a signal now?

"Ah. We're in a bit of a hurry!

"Oh, hey!

Imelda seemed to be trying to argue with something, but walking out forcefully she became quiet.

Shut up and follow me.

The sound of the drum keeps ringing as we narrow and narrow the intervals from now on.

In the meantime, the river fishing and hunting guilds, and then the vigilante of the 42nd arrondissement, are to guide the visitors to the festival and make way for it.

A march of lights follows a path sandwiched by an audience.

And the sound of this drum is also a signal for a young group of hamsters to stand by.

The young siblings, who can't even let them stand in the store, were unhappy to help.

The elderly are running to the customer service industry or to help Oumaro or Mormat, but the younger group basically treated them as apprentices.

I guess I didn't like that. The young siblings were despised that nothing could be done on this sunny stage.

So I gave those sisters a very serious role.

It's a very important role, holding the keys to the march of lights.

As they turned their gaze to the edge of the road as they went for the church, the young siblings were firmly finished standing by. Motivated enough. I'm in the mood.... that's good, but don't get too uptight and fly, okay?

It's only with the timing that we can see the main event.

The spacing of the drums gets narrower.

Doc, Doc, Doc, Doc...

As I approach the church, the sound of a powerful drum echoes into my heart.

Even the hand that holds Imelda's hand is unintentionally powerful.

".................. haha"

When I squeeze my hands, Imelda leaks a strange voice.

What? And when I turn around...

"Yes, don't look at this one now!

And I was turned away.

He's ashamed to be holding hands.

... Maiden!? About hand...... not at all.

When you're a man like me, you're holding hands with a woman more than you can count.... forkdance or something................ some of them were holding hands for a bit without me holding hands.............................. what a sad memory this guy is!? Ghosts, Imelda!? Apologize to me!

"Why are you crying?

"I'm not crying. Hey..."

The candle lights are all over my eyes.

While doing so, the drum spacing is getting shorter and shorter, and now it's at the speed it deserves to call it random.

Dongkodkodkodko, dongkodkodko......

This would make your mood even more exciting if you could hear me even in Ogiko.

One day, I wish I could reproduce it.

Well, this is your first time. A drum with a tone similar to the Japanese drum would suffice.

The drum used by the hunting guild for warcraft alert structurally resembled the Japanese drum, so I was allowed to use it. In some places it is.

"Hey, you're kind of thrilled with your chest. I don't know what this exhilaration is..."

Imelda spits and looks out at the night lane.

Perhaps the festivals lined up along the road are in the same mood.

The sound of a drum echoing in the heart.

A little disloyalty to being outside on a night that you don't usually walk away from.

And an unusual landscape, coloured by every swinging flame, floating in the dark night.

Expectations grow even when Yai is on top.

I'm intoxicated by exaltations similar to nervousness!

And when the sound of the drum accelerates to its limit and the audience's heartbeat reaches its climax -

Suddenly, the light went out.

In an instant the world is engulfed in darkness.

The sound of a rambling, crazy drum also stops perfectly.

The darkness...

The silence...

I will only include everything in the world......

A different kind of atmosphere that encloses expectations and anxieties dominates the area.

In the meantime...

Shan......

Small.................., the sound of a very small bell rang in the dark night.

The audience's eyes turn to you in unison.

And...

"Ooh..."

... and the exclamation leaks from here and there.

Beyond the darkness.

I can see the lights in the distance.

A long line of dazzling, warm pure white glow slowly marches toward us.

"Beautiful..."

Porsche and Imelda muttered.

I can also nod that I say that.

All who are on the spot are blinded by the pure white light that illuminates the dark night.

Lined in a row, distracted by the fantastic light that swings up and down as you gait.

Whoever fell in love with that mysterious sight that suddenly appeared and uttered the word did not exist as one.

Shan... Shan... Shan...

As the sound of the bell approaches, the shadows of those with light rise.

It's multiple women with shining light.

What you have in your hand is a glowing beautiful brick pot.

A round of flowers is planted there.

Illuminated by the light, the white petals are proudly shaking.

Wendy is at the head of the eastern queue.

Wendy hasn't glowed today as a result of a week of indoor waiting.

I'm just illuminated by the brick of light in my hand.

A light shines on his neat face, creating a clear shadow.

It was more beautiful than any makeup, and it was bringing them together.

And at the beginning of the west...

".................. ah"

There was Ginette wrapped in unclean light.

The usual bright and fragrant smile lurks in the shadows, with a calm, quiet look.

It's mysterious everywhere...

If there is such a thing as a goddess in this world, you must look like this,... and he had such a beautiful look to make you think so.

Very, it wasn't an atmosphere where I could speak up or anything.

Light gathers before the church.

The light gathered illuminates the darkness.

The sight was exactly the beauty you deserved to call it a miracle.

The powder of light studied and produced by Wendy sublimated to glowing bricks combined with bricks made by Cylon.

Let it out in the sun during the day and it will spark a dazzling glow at night.

Born in the 42nd arrondissement with no street lights, it's a precious lighting.

With this guy, I'm not even afraid of night lanes.

No matter how deep the darkness, it will illuminate brilliantly.

"Ooh..."

Where the march of lights ends to the church, a voice is raised by the festival guests.

Seeing it, there was a little pure white light on the path that the march of lights had now taken.

Nice timing, sisters.

These are all performances executed by the hands of young siblings.

These are the ones who turned off the lights on the drum signal.

And it was those sisters who turned on the lights now.

The glowing brick, which was in plenty of sunlight next to the lights during the day, was put on a black cloth in the evening and put on standby.

It was taken away at the same time that the lighting march assembled at the church.

Those little ones. It was a great success.

Let's do it. It was too perfect a time.

Until earlier, the candles illuminate the darkness of the night, this time with glowing bricks dazzling.

From a light that is pale and warm to a fantastic and mysterious glow…

A pale, pure white light envelops the festival venue, capturing the heart of all who were on the spot and not letting go.

"How bright..."

Yes, the light emitted by the brick of light is very strong.

Though it has the drawback that it depends on the intensity of the sun during the day, that is too much considering it has been dark and relies on the light of the stars.

Besides, unlike candles and pine lights, once installed, I'm grateful that they illuminate the night brightly without fuel.

Finally, this glowing brick… makes me 'dare' to lose its light in about a year. Actually, they had the hardest time adjusting that. If made normally, this brick will continue to emit light semi-permanently. But then we're in trouble.

If it continues to shine permanently, it will only be installed once, and brick sales will drop after that.

It takes a lot of maintenance once a year. That's just about right.

Now Wendy, the producer of brick workshops and light powder, earns regular income.

Besides, this event will be good publicity and demand for bricks of light will rise rapidly.

Perhaps the order arrives at the brick factory and the current life of poverty turns around.

That way, Theron can be with whoever he wants.

Yes, this brick of light unites the two, it is also the light of love......................... Knock.

Wendy continued her day and night research in an effort to produce glowing flowers.

Theron was trying to increase the demand for flower beds, relying on the flowers Wendy produces.

But the glowing flowers were incomplete and on the brink of frustration.

But I should have changed my mind there.

It's really simple.

If you can't produce glowing flowers, just let them glow.

Wendy's desire to produce glowing flowers was inspired by admiration, but her encounter with Cylon always turned it into the belief she necessarily wanted to achieve.

The goal of the two is the same, "I want to increase the value of bricks and increase demand".

Then you should have made "rare and beautiful bricks of value" instead of "bricks that support rare flowers".

The day after I told him that, the glowing brick was complete.

Wendy's powder was just mixed with clay and cooked to make it light.

It was easy to break the challenges that had plagued my head and turn the adversity upside down until I thought I couldn't overturn them.

Well, you had to laugh.

What I had been chasing so hard and still couldn't, and was about to give up, was solved in an instant just to change my view.

I would have felt like I had discovered a way out following the goal I was desperately looking for.

But those two were pleased with the result.

Whatever the process was, we put ourselves on the path to the future we wanted.

I guess that honesty played a role. They got it as a result of not decorating it, not sloping it, not dressing it up, even pursuing it straight. Give me what I really wanted.

Cylon and Wendy said they had decided to marry nearby.

Bojet, who was trying to make Theron his noble son-in-law, also surrendered unconditionally to this brick of light, apparently.

"I've never seen such an amazing brick. If this... sells!

Bojet, who had a strong desire for the survival of the brick workshop, admitted the two of them with the birth of this glowing brick, and apparently went straight to the nobility to bow his head.

I was wondering if he would take it even if it was a tight trick, but he said the nobles asked him what was going on, pulled themselves aside, and blessed Theron.

And he even backed me up, "If you're going to keep making great bricks, that's enough for me," he said.

Huh... When you have gold, is a human being something that gets wider to your heart?

- And that's how I cleaned up the brick workshop gotagota beautifully and refreshingly.

However, this path of light became a sign for lovers.

Slowly intends to use this street to grandly execute an event to celebrate the wedding of the two and attract tourists as The Path of Love, which is bound to be visited by lovers.

Girls love that, don't they?

When the light reached the path of the festival venue, a march of light that was gathered in front of the church enters the church.

Within the Church the light is passed to Bertina and returned to the Spirit God.

And they give blessings to those who show gratitude.

The event progresses with the mystique that...

"Blessings of the Spirit God... This light is the light that the Spirit God has given to the wasps and men. It's a ray of hope that cuts through the darkness of a terrible night."

Well, that's what happens in light of the spirit of this event.

The light that illuminates this street is the blessed light of the Spirit God and the light of love that unites the lovers.... a little too greedy?

However, there are many tourist attractions for many reasons. So this is fine.

"If a branch of the Wooddust Guild is made where I claim to be, not Newtown..."

And I'm going to finish what I came for.

"We can take this path of light full of blessings and love every day."

"Every day…… here…"

"That's right. Besides, we haven't made the city gate yet, so for a while..."

Use the most challenging Killing Complaint of Imelda here!

"This road is yours only."

"This beautiful path of light...... wax, dedicated............!?

Close the lid, and tremble.

I suppose you even imagine walking this path, which is now ruined by people, while occupying it alone. When the edge of my mouth cracks, I endure desperate burning.

"I get it!

That's how Imelda said the words I've been waiting for.

"The wooden guild will be built by the city gate that Yashiro claims! There, the wasp will live for you!

All right!

Now we've decided to build the streets!

Finally, the Yangdu Pavilion becomes a restaurant facing the streets.

I flipped through the bad location that I couldn't overturn!

In the church, the liturgy of blessings was carried out strictly, next to me Imelda, immersed in the delusions of the future, exposed her nigger face, and I was biting off the joy of having managed to achieve my original purpose even after several setbacks.

That's why I'm sorry, Estella.

Your hard work, I missed it.

But, well, that's trivial!

I can do the streets!

I was so sure that my future would be bright as I watched the streets planned to be lit up by glowing bricks.