Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

There's Estella.

Also.

There is a suspicious person.

morning. Finish your donation to the church, prepare appropriately, and head to Central Square. He then arrived at the square a little earlier than the rally time. No, I haven't exactly arrived yet. At the entrance to Central Square, I stopped.

There is a suspicious person.

There is a suspicious woman hiding in the shadow of a large, open-air merchant's luggage who is still preparing to open the store.

... What are you doing, that guy? Are you going to let me find out? My open-air sister is laughing. Get out of the way because you seem to be interrupting.

No, but you're hiding, so I guess you want to do something.

Why don't you just say "I'm finding out" without even reading the air?

Most importantly, I'm eating cake today with Estella's luxury...... I want to avoid breaking my mood.

So, what's the best way to do it?

"Uh, Estella's guy, he's not here yet."

Step into the square with insignificant lines.

Distance from Estella's hidden open-air, ten meters. Well, you would have heard me. Oh, you look happy. "All right, all right. I didn't find out. I didn't find out" or something.

Pretending not to notice, I stand in the middle of Central Square, just where Becco had installed my wax statue called the hero statue.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

When I was thinking of that, the morning bell rang high.

Eight o'clock. It's time for the open air and the city to move out.

Farmers and the like are starting to work at the same time as another wake-up bell.

Ginette also wakes up about that every morning to do the shopping.

There was a time when I tried to help, but I fell asleep, and I only got my feet together, and I ended up leaving Ginette to do the morning trick. Magda, too, is weak in the morning. Might be weaker than me.

"Yashiro!"

When about five minutes have passed since the morning bell stopped ringing, Estella comes this way on a small run as she waves her hand.

... Estella came all the way around from where she was just now, out of the square, and even back with a bare gesture as if she had just arrived. I watched the whole thing.

But today I decided to avoid undermining Estella's mood. This guy is entertaining.

I'll take Estella's handyman.

"Yo, Estella."

"Meh. Have you been waiting?

"No, I just got here too"

"... Oops!

Something's gutting me small...

Oh, do these classics exist in different worlds? What humans think is the same thing after all.

"Hey, hey. How about...?

That said, Estella picks the hem of her skirt a little and shows it.

I may never see a skirt that isn't a dress before.

"Don't look good. She's cute."

"Engage!?... Hey, wait a minute!

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Something's turning around like a bunch of materials.... That's a thick dossier.

"... weird. 'Pretty' isn't on the response... 'Well, isn't his answer good? When it was, let's be cute and obstinate. It doesn't look good at all, and if it was, it's important to make sure you look shocked. Doing so will make him treat you kindly out of guilt during the date'............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Where!? Where..............."

"Hey......"

"Ahhh!?

Speaking up, Estella hides the thick material on her back and rushes back to this one.

The cover of the material Estella hid on her back just seemed chilling.

"First Date Complete Manual - Now You're A Hot Woman Too"

It said.

... that's the case in all worlds, you better not guess.

"It's time to go?

"Oh yeah! Let's just go and get cleaned up! It's not like this is a date!

No, I thought you were supposed to come on a date.

"No, it's a corner, so why don't we just go on a date?

"Yashiro's sketch!

"Why!?

Damn, I'm over-conscious.

About a date, I'm going to make it normal.

You just have to do it lighter. I'm just going for a cake.

"De, if you're on a date... aren't you glad you got me about a bouquet of flowers? It's my first date."

Can you imitate it like a bubble peak?

"This night view is yours," while watching the night view in the lounge on the top floor of the hotel. I wouldn't go on a date like that.

Mostly, if I give you a bouquet of flowers before your date, it'll just be luggage.

"I don't have a bouquet of flowers... let's do this"

"Ah!? What is this?

Instead of a bouquet of flowers, I hand Estella the hair clasp I finished last night.

"I'm sorry I'm naked. It's a present."

"Yeah! Fine! Totally fine! Glad to hear it! Thanks!

I'm happy with the mess.

Shiitake, huh?

I've tried to be cute, but it's shiitake, isn't it? Is that enough to please you?

"There is only one thing in the world... the hair clasp Yashiro made for me..."

He holds it with both hands and puts it overhead and looks closely at Shiitake's hair fastening.... are you going to give it to God as well?

"... cute"

In anticipation, I wondered if she would laugh more like this, but Estella was still calm and quietly grinning.

If I didn't think it seemed like something, Estella accidentally turned this way.

"Hey, can you put it on?

That's what I'm gonna say, give me a shiitake.

I put it on... it's a patch fastening so I could do it myself.

Receive shiitake as they say and put shiitake where it feels good to see the overall balance.

The pattin and the clasp sounded and Shiitake stuck to Estella's head. Cute hair clasp with small shiitake leaning against large shiitake.

Touching it with her fingers, making sure it sticks properly there, Estella breaks her face happily, and -

"Thank you, Yashiro. I'll take care of it."

- I've turned a dazzling smile in my eyes as well.

This guy...... was he so cute?

Oh no, shiitake power!?

Shiitake is not only good for your body but it also works like that!?

"Ah... as it were, well... it seemed to please me, above all"

Goddamn it, can't you just look at me?

That's Estella with the shiitake stuck to her head, right? It's a funny situation to point and laugh at if you just ask me the words...... you think it's cute?

I'm not convinced of anything. I don't want to admit it.

"Well, let's go! It's not a date!

"What!? I told you it was a date!

"Ugh! Look down! Work, work!

"It's a date! No matter what anyone says, this is a date! Because that's what I decided! I can't make any more changes!

Oh, shut up!

Young men and women don't date all the time!

What's a date? Why don't you just go away with me and have some cake!

It's an excursion, like this!

Mostly............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The shop was located on a tranquil, tranquil trail off the fortieth district boulevard.

Tea and cake were the stores for sale, and this time of the morning was relatively free.

... Do you not keep coffee here either? I wonder if there isn't, coffee.

I will be guided to my seat.

The clerk gently pulls Estella's chair and escorts her. I don't have one....... Knock.

"Yashiro. Cake and tea, okay?

"What kind of cake is there?

"Type?"

"No, look. There are a few of them, I choose from them, like"

"Cake is cake. There's no kind."

Seriously...

Only one kind?

There are so many different kinds of cakes that you enjoy worrying about "which ones to eat"!

Yet...... only one kind!?

I'm a little nervous.

"Well, on the cake set"

"There's no set."

"Make it a set! Mostly when you eat cake, you drink something!

"Don't tell me!

What a poor service. Apprentice the Yangdu Pavilion.

"Then you can have the same thing as you"

"Do you rub half of it?!?

"No, ask for one at a time"

"... hey"

Estella gets up and goes to tell the clerk about the order.

... Why would a customer go and say that? You're coming, clerk!

"I've said it.... What's wrong?

"I thought it was third-rate."

"Hey!? If you hear me, they'll kick you out. It's a very popular store, and after lunch, I can't go in anymore."

If that's what gives you the advantage over your guests, it sucks. It's vicious through the worst.

Now, if you're at all dissatisfied with the cake, say something like, "This isn't a real cake," gourmet comics. Nice to meet you, Conoyaloo.

"No way, you're going to go get what you've done, too, right?

"There, you'll get it right."

And, as Estella said, the clerk brings the cake and the tea.

... a man. That's just negative. Oh, well. Because it's the main cake, the guests are women. Then we have no choice.

…………

Kachakacha and the sound of dishes making noise.

........................ Talk to me!

"Sorry to keep you waiting" or something!

"It's cake" and "It's tea"!

Can't you just say, "Take your time," the clerk here!

"... if it's a yang du pavilion, it's the level you're firing..."

"I'm a luxury store clerk in the fortieth district..."

What the fuck?

You think a shop like this is better than a yang or a pavilion?

No kidding.

I can't believe I'm losing my reputation all at once.

So, I drop my gaze on the cake and the tea, which were offered silently and without any explanation.

................................. Huh?

"... what is this?

"This is the cake."

Slightly proud, Estella stretches her chest.

... Huh? No, you're kidding me, right?

........................ black.

And............... nothing on it.

No fruit, no cream, nothing on it, black sponge cake lying on a plate. The serving is also a downside.

"Come on, have some. Because it's delicious."

"Ooh..."

Estella recommends me to smile and cake (call myself).

That's right. This guy's going on his first date right now. Go away and eat cake in a fancy store.

I guess that's a special act that deserves to be looked forward to from the day before.

... I don't want to ruin that. But…………

I cut the Passa Passa sponge in small pieces with a fork to carry it to my mouth.

…………… bread, this. Brown sugar bread. I remember eating it at lunch, it tastes nostalgic.

But it's not cake.

"What do you say? Isn't it delicious?

Yeah. Well... not bad, I guess. It's just... bread.

I want you to remember.

That "not this" feeling when I was very, very young, when my grandmother told me to "give you jelly" and it was jelly that solidified the cold weather packaged like candy balls that came out after I was overjoyed.

It was the "not this" feeling when it was pound cake that came out after they said "cake eating" and delighted.

It's like that time, it's not bad, but it's delicious, but it makes me want to scream that it's not what I was looking for, what a mess I feel.

"Yashiro... Could it not fit your mouth?

Estella looks a little lonely.

Don't even look at me like that if they look bored even though I was looking forward to it......... bad.

"No, delicious. You're working on brown sugar."

"That's right. And this fluffy fabric is on young women."

I think the bread over here is hard.

But Regina makes baking powder, so we can bake it flutter in the 42nd arrondissement.

"Why isn't this guy included in the 'bread'?

The cake sponge is made of wheat and baked in the oven.

Then it should be seen as' bread 'in this city and cannot be made without the permission of the Church.

"My predecessor, the queen, loves big cakes. Only cakes can be baked if you register in advance and have a permit."

"So, what happens when you decide it's a cake and you bake bread?

"" The Judgement of the Spirit ""

"... I don't think it's subtly regulated."

You mean the Church is good for royal selfishness, too?

Hmm... right. That permission is a mistake, isn't it?

"You get that permission not from the lord, but from the church, right?

"You know exactly what I mean."

"It is natural to assume that a church that is making a certain profit by monopolizing the bread of staple foods is getting the right price if it were to allow the distribution of cakes that may threaten the value of the bread"

"The amount of flour you use will be subject to the appropriate taxes."

"The more you sell, the more taxes you can impose."

"You will. But it's not that much of an extrajudicial amount."

"For example, if you sell a cake in a Yangdu pavilion, the flour you use for pasta doesn't count, does it?

"Of course, it depends on the amount of flour you use for your cake."

"Are you coming to weigh?

"I won't weigh it. Declared. But false declarations are immediately punished by the 'judgment of the Spirit'"

"... Isn't it too much to rely on 'The Judgement of the Spirit'?

'The Judgement of the Spirit' can be surprisingly narrow in scope, instead of judging any past thing.

For example, suppose I lied to Estella, "I forgot my wallet today, so I took a meal." And then he said, "Now you've been looking at a strange woman!?" "I didn't see it!" "" The Judgement of the Spirit "!"... suppose there was a development like that.

In this case, Estella activates the "Judgement of the Spirit" in response to the statement I made that I didn't see an approximate woman, so if I didn't actually see an approximate woman, I wouldn't be a frog.

Whether you're lying about forgetting your wallet before then or not, if they don't point me out there, I'm not gonna be a frog.

"The Judgement of the Spirit" has surprisingly many holes.

That's what I've learned from living in this city for over six months.

Turning back, with regard to wheat use, it is possible for church humans to accurately collect taxes by activating "Is there any falsehood" and "Spirit's Judgement" each morning.

Apparently, those who handle the cake are 'judged by the Spirit' by church humans every month.

For once, I guess you're going to be strictly in control, so.

"What do I do when I want to prototype?

"If you apply to the church, you'll only be allowed to prototype in front of a watchman."

Surveillance Officer…………

In my brain, I thought of a beautiful elf dripping with a happy face.

Are you going to make a cake?

"If you can, but..."

"The cake Yashiro makes... I wonder what it tastes like"

"At least it's better than this one here."

"You're out big."

Is it big?

I can't even call it cake.

I sipped tea to reword it... and it blew out.

"Hey!? What are you doing, dirty!?

"............ and no tanning.................. eh!

What, this!?

Reluctant!?

How much tea are you soaking in hot water!?

Bitter, tannic, yummy!

Oh, that's frustrating!

"Estella...... is the tea here tasty?

"Huh?... Uh-huh, to tell you the truth, I'm a little bad at it, aren't I? Because I prefer Natalia's brewed tea."

All right!

I'm glad this city's standards aren't this!

"... Estella, bad"

"What?

"After all, this isn't a date"

"Huh..."

This......... this is so halfway through, I don't deserve Estella's first date.

"Next time let me ask you out on a date again! At that time, I'll grab a bouquet of flowers and treat you to much better cakes and tea! So leave me alone that this is not a date!

... would you be angry?

... Would you be disappointed?

……… cry, is it?

I left it to the momentum to say what I wanted to say and bowed my head.

I'm afraid to look up.

What face is Estella looking at me when she looks up......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

".................. eh"

Slowly, when I looked up, Estella and I met each other.... No, fit, don't you?

Estella turns her face bright red as if she had the flu as well and turns to this one with her vain eyes.

".................. ho, really?

"Huh?"

"... bouquet..."

"Ah, ah."

.................. ah!?

"No, you're not! Not a proposal or anything!?

"-!? I know, I know, but that's what!?

"You really know what I mean!?

He said, "I know! Isn't that it anyway? You don't want to admit this because the cake here isn't tasty and you want to start over properly!?

"Oh, you're right! The cake in this store can't even be called a cake! Out of the question! I'm so happy with this, because you're too pitiful and I'm signing up for a re-date out of that kindness trying to feed you a real cake!

"I know, I said I know! Even I didn't think it was as good as that!

"What do you say!? You look happy eating this pasa pasa bread."

"You didn't! Take a bite, I'm feeling a little sick in my stomach! I was born noble."

"A noble beginnings to the regular courtesy of the Yang Maori Pavilion..."

"Yang Ma Ri Pavilion is a top notch!?

"I agree there!

Stand up and shake hard hands.

So, that's where we realized we were surrounded by scary-faced clerks.

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

"" "" "Get out! Don't you ever come again!

They kicked us out of the cake shop. We left the 40th arrondissement behind so we could escape.

On the way home, I was asking about the fine constraints on selling cakes, but it seems possible to sell them at the Yang Deception Pavilion.

Instead, selling cakes is convenient when someone like Ginette is the manager. He won't throw up any lies, and the mindset of church officials will be good.

The problem is the price.

If you multiply your taxes, you're really high.

And the biggest problem is............... upper white sugar.

Brown sugar is commonly used in this city, and white sugar is a super-premium product only spoken of by the upper class.

If you don't get that, you can't make the cake I think.

Price and flavour. This balance is very difficult.

It was around the evening that I returned to the Sun Deception Pavilion.

With the cake, this foot can cover a long way.

I need cake.

"Mr. Yashiro. You look difficult."

"Hmm? No. Nothing."

Ginette asks me worried, but I can't talk to her yet.

Until the goal is to be able to make the cake... until we have the sugar.

At night, the Yang Ma Ma Pavilion was closed.

I took care of the store for what I couldn't do today.

Check the windows and doors one by one and go around.

In the meantime, when I tried to close the front door, I - I witnessed a black figure standing at the garden tip.

"Gahhhhhhhh!?

"It's me."

It was Natalia again. Two days in a row.

"Don't threaten me!

"I don't mean to be hairy. I need to talk to you."

This story goes through, and Natalia tells me what she's up to.

... what a woman.

"I'd like to ask you one thing."

"What?

"A lady was putting a shiitake on her head that she had gotten to you......... don't you have something called taste?

"Tell you and this lady, it is!

I'm not the one who chose Shiitake!

What's weird is that I let someone talk to me and then Natalia went home.

In the meantime, as far as Natalia's concerned, Estella doesn't seem very depressed...... ho relieved.

I need to start over with a date and get it right.

.................. It will be a long time.