Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Evening.

It was about an hour after the end bell rang that Ginette and Millie returned to the Yang Deception Pavilion.

"I'm back now"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

While we didn't see each other for a few hours, Millie's people-to-people seemed to be back in full swing, only trying to look at me over Ginette.

"Thank you for the store number. Did the customer come?

"Estella just brought the paperwork........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

What are you doing here, that guy?

"Paperwork?... Oh, right. It was time to update our age."

Again, it feels like renewing your license.

I don't see any emotions in particular.

"How old are you?

"Sixteen."

"... I feel like I said sixteen before when I heard it?

"Yes. So you said, 'It's going to be sixteen this year'?

... confusing.

Answer "now" how old are you?

When the concept of a birthday is thin, it seems that as soon as we celebrate the New Year, everyone will be thinking, 'Don't turn 0 this year'. Then give me something I can update all together for the new year...

"So you're pretty sure you're the same age as me?

"Yes, you're in line."

I'm actually about twenty up there.

"How old is Millie?

"Ah..................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Long!

It's so long!

On the way, I said, "Was that a bad idea to ask? I'm thrilled!

"Fourteen. You're older than Magda."

"Right. This is what Millie looks like. She's a grown woman."

"Ha-ha-ha, that's not it"

"Ha.............................. Hido no"

Millie drips.

No, you shouldn't be shocked by that, Millie. Understand your appearance objectively.

Besides, if you're an adult, Regina and Imelda will be Obasan.

"Millie is a genius at picking flowers."

Ginette is desperately trying to follow.

I guess it means I can work, and I'm meant to be an adult female appeal.

"Speaking of which, where are the flowers?

"It's loaded in the luggage outside."

"Heh. Can I see it?

"Ah.............................. no"

He snorts and Millie goes outside.

Following that, I went outside and was surprised.

"This is also..."

There were flowers full of huge luggage cars. It's full. It's gorgeous enough to make you wonder if some store has opened a new one.

"That's a lot."

"Yes. Mr. Millie, you're working very fast. Most of the flowers here were picked by Mr. Millie."

"Next time, I want you to show me your first job."

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

Millie freezes with a troubled look.

My joints are solidified in the bees, like a brisket toy with out oil.

"Huh....................................................................................................................."

"Even though Ginette is fine?

"Ah............................................................................................................................................."

"Well, you and I need to get along better, too."

That's what I said, put the stuff I took out of my pocket in Pomp Milly's hand.

"Wow............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

For a moment, he was a vicious stiff Millie, but he saw what was on his hand and let down that look.

"... terumushi"

That's the Nanahoshi Tendo hair clasp I made during the day.

Millie's little hand grips the larger hair clasp like it's important.

"Wow, that's cute, this"

Over Millie's shoulder, Ginette also gazes at that hair clasp.

My eyes are glittering and I look like I'm sincerely jealous.

... I don't know, "Nice, nice. I want it too," it seems on my face.

Is this your decision to give Ginette a gift?

Motif, I wonder what it will be...

"Ah...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Squeeze your little voice as hard as you can and Millie will thank me.

It was clear from my eyes that my feelings of fear and anxiety were fading.

"Shall I put it on you?

"Ah............ yeah!

Open your mouth half-circle and have a childish grin.

Loretta's sisters and I have a different cuteness.

I'm on a very subtle line, like just before I graduated from my kid and became your sister, like that.

The emotions of childhood and having to punch your sister alternate peeps in the face.

Adolescent platter. Such a...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

So I fastened my big hair fastening to my forehead.

"Huh!?... I can't see... I can't see..."

I am.

Ahhh, it's a huge wolf.

What? I want to take this with me.

"Mr. Yashiro, you're a pathetic bully."

Ginette swells her cheeks plump.

I'm sorry. It was kind of funny.

Remove the hair fastening and put it in place this time.

Apply to the right side towards and slightly up the side of the head.

Nanahositento stays a little on Millie's little head and rocks with a puffiness.

While I'm at it, isn't this a pretty thing to do? That goodness is demonstrated by putting it on Millie's head.

"Wow..."

You can't even see it, but Millie desperately turns her gaze toward her hair retention.

"It suits you well, Mr. Millie. So cute."

"Haha............ Ugh"

Praised by Ginette, Millie dyes her cheeks to the vermilion and smiles happily.

Nanahoshi Tendo flutters and shakes as he snorts.

"Ah............ thanks. Mr. Terumi!

Millie thanked me again. of but...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Mr. Terumi.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

No, that's why. The tent beetle...

"Next time, flowers...... go pick with me, do you want to go?

The effect of Nanahoshi Tento's hair fastening seemed immense, and she was invited to pick flowers that she had earlier refused 'because she was embarrassed'.

I guess that means our distance has narrowed.

"Well, let me ask you to take me"

"Ugh!

If you overcome the acquaintance, you're an honest, bright, cute girl.

I want to get along.

And...... I would like to have Yangdu Pavilion wholesale flowers cheaply in the future.

"Good for you, Mr. Millie. Get along."

"Yeah.... Mr. Terumi, we're close"

No, so... oh, forget it.

Mr. Terumi is fine, nothing. Call me whatever you want.

"Gina, this... I'll give you"

That being said, Millie handed Ginette a large amount of flowers with a handful from her luggage car.

"What, are you so good?

"Thank you for helping me"

Upbeat Millie. Obviously I also feel over-served, but it's good to have it.

"Now let Mr. Yashiro live in the vase he's wearing."

"Mm.................. ah, ah. I don't know... I don't know."

There...... "I Got You by Mr. Yashiro"?

Something was so ticklish...

"I'll be back..."

"Yes, please come back"

"Bubba."

"Take care."

Millie pulls a giant luggage car with a small body. It's amazing because this is what works. Beasts... Bugs... but... what's really going on with these guys' arm power?

"Bubba!

Even if we go far, Millie waves back and forth every now and again.

Every time, me and Ginette wave back "badass" too.

"Bubba!

... I was there when I was a kid, the guy whose "badass" never ends.

Millie, I knew you were a child.

"That was adorable"

"Is it always like that?

"To?"

"You mean Millie, right?

"Oh, yes. Mr. Millie is always like today, he's so cute."

Ginette would also be a favorite. Millie's expression relaxes when she talks about it.

"But what I said was a hair strap."

"Is that enough to say? He made it in a matter of minutes."

"Were they made after we went out?

"Oh, I had time and ingredients."

"But wasn't Mr. Yashiro supposed to be prototyping a new menu?

... Ugh.

No, look. Well, what is it?

Something sweet on your own... something, isn't it?

So this is part of my project......... don't look at me so jizzy.

Hey, Ginette. What are you waiting for?

You want some kind of response?

I don't know what the big deal is, okay?

............... you can't help it.

"I asked you to say hello... I mean thank you..."

"You mean?

... Don't attack me, Conoyaloo.

"... if he's close to you, I'd better stay close too... well, I was wondering what it would be like"

"Yes. Right. I'm glad you did, too."

You were satisfied with my response, Ginette grinned.

You look satisfied.

Then I'll open the dining room door for Ginette, whose hands are blocked.

It looked massive when Millie had it, but when Ginette had it, it looked like the right amount.

How small are you, Millie?

"Look, look, Mr. Yashiro"

Ginette lives the flowers in the vase and brings them before me.

"Very nice. You're right."

That said, smile very happily.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... What is this? Shame on you.

Oh, well.

This one.

Is this the true purpose of a man giving a bouquet of flowers to a woman?

I'd like to see this look, but you're giving me a bouquet of flowers while giving me goosebumps for my actions.

Oh, my God, I thought they were just shitty narcissist bastards... but they were actually bored on the inside. Right or right. Is that what you mean?

Then I too......... nothing, bouquets of flowers, I don't know if I can give... oh, my God.

"You owe it to Mr. Yashiro. Thank you."

Give it away!

Let's give it away, you guys!

Instead, the time would be right up there to give it away!?

Feel it, time!

From now on, it will be time to actively send flowers!

Then you should do research.

How often do the men of this world send bouquets of flowers?

What flowers will please you?

Conversely, what flowers should be avoided, supposedly "Ugh, this is not wow..."?

'Cause I don't know anything about flowers! I want to know! I'm anxious!

So let's put in a subtle ~ exploration.

"Let's see, does a groundnut guild... feel like it's making money?

"That's right...... lately, you said it was hard for you because not many people are getting married"

"Marriage?"

"Yes, a lot of men seem to get bouquets of flowers when proposing."

... It's that heavy, a bouquet of flowers.

"... don't you give it away more, more easily?

"Of course, some of them do, but you guys don't seem to have a trigger. After all, most people only give to such milestones as marriage or retirement"

Really...

Speaking of which, you said Imelda gets it all the time.

trigger............... habit of sending flowers, hey...

"Well, Millie's pretty tough, huh?"

"Sounds like it. But you said it wasn't bitter at all because you like flowers."

"It's like your cooking."

"Right. Maybe we're alike."

Is it worth more than gold?

But if the sales go up, it'll still be a pleasure.

If it gets popular, it feels worth it.

If it works, can we aim for synergies...

"Ginette, do you like flowers?

"Yes, I love a flower called Soleil."

"Soleil? That's a flower you've never heard of."

"Right. I don't see many flowers in the 42nd arrondissement."

Soleil...... If this is a conversion by 'forced translation magic' then the meaning is' sun '. I see, Ginette seems to like the name. It doesn't happen to be a homonymous name, though.

"By the way, isn't it in there?

I ask, pointing to Ginette's vase, but Ginette immediately shakes her head.

"It's not here. Soleil is a conspicuous flower with a warmer color."

"Heh..."

Soleil.

Yeah. I got good information.

When I asked if I liked flowers, I was able to know my favorite flowers subtly.

Well, as far as Ginette is concerned, women in this city would be happy to be given flowers, too.

However, with a slightly heavy impression on the bouquet, it may be difficult to give it away. A weird mistake or something can be a problem.

We need moderate excuses to seal that kind of mistake.

Good excuse.

It works effectively for both the giver and the giver.

I have no other intention.

This is how I feel. and I can interact with you lightly.

But maybe that guy... thrilled. There will surely be performances like that.

Burn, young men! And blow it up! I'll blow it up just like that, Leah!

... Ha!? No, no, no!

I'm in a position to recommend bouquets of flowers, not that side anymore. Enough momentum to run for chairman if there's a party to give flowers or something.

In other words, all you have to do is root out the habit of being able to interact without feeling bouquets of flowers.

I just want to be thankful. Give a bouquet of flowers to your loved ones.

Yeah, for example - for a birthday or something.

Next time I see Millie, we'll talk a lot.

And in the meantime... let Soleil sneak up on you and tell you what flowers are.

Motif. I guess it's settled, this is...

After that, the Yangdu Pavilion, as usual, focused on the carpenters of Torbec, who began to show their faces with flyers after the festival, came for dinner and it was almost time to close.

After a crisp cleanup and a bath, I'm done for the day.

"Oh, yeah. Ginette."

"Yes."

I'll call Ginette, who was about to go back to her room, and tell her about tomorrow.

"Me, don't come out for a bit tomorrow morning."

"Which way?

"Uh... a little to the fortieth arrondissement"

"It's time to complete the sewage work, right?"

"Oh, that sounds like it"

"Okay. I'll take care of the store. But be careful on the road."

"Oh. Sorry."

"No. Well, I'll let you rest first."

"Oh, good night"

"Good night, Mr. Yashiro"

Thanks, he mistook me for being good.

An inspection of the cake cannot be said at this stage. Not until the cake has a purpose.

"Oh, right. I'll make it by tomorrow."

Loretta's home, too, and Magda's already back in her room.

Ginette will be sleeping soon...

I gently walked out of the dining room and came to the garden where the stall was parked.

I was going to make Estella's hair fastening.

I just can't help but notice that you're going to be cancunning in the cafeteria. Decide to work outside.

Huh?

Isn't it dark?

You're not scared?

........................ hehe.

I was afraid of the dark, I'm gone.

There are lots of glowing bricks in front of the Yangzhu Pavilion!

It's so bright!

What do you say, haunted people!

If you can come out, you can come out!

Nooooooooooooooo!

- At that time.

"... Dear Yashiro"

Suddenly, a black figure appeared from behind me and crawled his fingers into my neck muscle.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh! Did you really get out!? It's a lie. It's a lie! Sorry! I'm a little on track! It's so bright, I just got so strong! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please go home! Nam Nam Nam Nam Nam Nam Nam Nam Nam Nam!"

"Be quiet."

A thin, soft finger blocks my screaming mouth.

Ah... something smells good.

"It's me. Dear Yashiro."

That's what they said, and when I turned my gaze behind my back... there was Natalia in black maid clothes.

............... it's you.

Weakened as soon as I could, I would go into the spot.

"Master Yashiro!?... Are you all right?

"... oh... hey, my heart just hurts..."

"Rumorless heckles...... I guess in my heart"

"You're not investigating, absolutely"

Who's the heck?

"Mostly, you sneak out of my back and try to strangle me, so just a little bit, just a little bit of ho, I guess I was surprised"

"It's a little bit like that, and when you're really surprised, it's going to fall off your neck."

It's weird.

That's okay, if you decide to be a little bit!

"But I didn't strangle him."

"Well, what was that, what was that earlier?"

Asking Natalia, including a little angst, Natalia looked at me with her usual calm expression and returned this question.

"Didn't you make any promises with the lady today?

"Hmm? Ah. Tomorrow we go to the 40th arrondissement together."

"Again..."

"What the fuck?

"Beginning this afternoon, the lady has turned into an unfortunate daughter at an untouchable level"

Let the exclusive maid tell you this... how much I've had to say, Estella.

"Like rumors, 'dating', 'dating',"

"'Dating' oh!?

Oh............... well, do you mean meet me for a cake, plainly speaking, a date?

"So, I thought it would be inconvenient at night, but just in case, I'm sorry to bother you now,"

"Just in case? Was there anything you wanted to check?"

"Yes, but I've confirmed it"

Smile with a nickel and remove a knife about 10 cm across the blade from your nose.

The blade reflects the light of the moon.

"If it was the thickness of your carotid artery, this knife would be enough"

"What are you here to confirm!?

"Just in case. If you don't finish with one blow, you'll run, won't you?

"Assuming what, you're trying to tail me!?

"If you weren't driven by unexpected thoughts, nothing would happen."

"Nothing's going to happen!

I'm just gonna go get some cake!

Damn, isn't this maid a little overprotective?

"In the meantime, it was nice talking to you. When I looked at you, I knew very well that it was a random outburst of young ladies."

"You're running wild... I'm scared of something, tomorrow"

"I had a headache about what happened when I snapped my trousers round must-have mini skirt out of my closet..."

"... what the hell is that, such a retarded, over-length miniskirt?

"The Lord's hobby, in fact..."

"Oh, I knew it! I don't even want to hear that information!

The future of District 42 may be dark.

Lords, their families and even their exclusive maids all have a little bit of a shame element in them..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Tomorrow, thank you for the lady."

"If you're so worried, why don't you come too"

"No, because the lady was about to leave me with a lie to find out."

"You found out..."

I mean, you're not lying. Turn Natalia into an enemy and she'll be frogged instantly.

"So I would also like to take care and retain it to sneak up on after"

"Put it away or..."

I'm worried about the future of this district...

After I dropped off Natalia, I created Estella's hair fastening with noise in mind.

What a subtle hair clasp with a design that leans on the big shiitake, I've summoned all the talent and taste I can to make it as cute as possible.

... That's pretty good, me. You're looking a little cute, Shiitake.

That's how I stayed up late... and I decided to sleep in case of tomorrow, too.