Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

It had been a few days since the day the stupid reptiles stormed the Yangdu pavilion.

Today it is a trial.

"Defendant, Pompeo"

"Wait, you guys!? What the hell am I doing!?

An impromptu court made by moving the passenger seat at the Yangdu Pavilion to the shape of a Co.

The defendant in this courtroom is a famous shop, luxury owner chef and pompeio enough to be said to be "here when it comes to cake" in the fortieth district.

In the Yangdu pavilion, we surround Pompeo.

Ginette on the right hand side of Pompeo, Loretta, Estella, Delia on the front, me on the left hand side, and Paula on the back listening seat side.

"What the hell are you talking about!? Aren't you disrespectful!?

Pompeo, who is intoxicated by Oumaro. Daimon, hey - use a whoopee maro and say, "You don't want to see the interior of an Oyla refurbished restaurant or anything like that? Especially so that you can visit the interior," he lured, abducting him in front of an exciting pavilion. Peacefully.

"to conduct trials peacefully"

"The means are not already abusive!?

Pompeo, a handsome guy who's going to step into Dundee's domain, distorts his face.

"Sug, let me go now! I am the most respected person in the Forty Districts!? You think you can just do this!? It's gonna be a war!?

"No, you're definitely the best wooden guild"

Well, I guess Torbec's number two.

Don't you just look good to noble girls?

"Luxury is the face of District 40! If you were asked what the specialty of the forty districts was, everyone would say it was my shop cake!

That cake, he's the one I taught him.

In luxury these days, my taught shortcakes have become explosively popular.

You think it's sweeter, cuter, and the maidens are obsessed with it than the previous brown sugar bread?

Damn, I should have kept the margin.

"I came all the way to District 42 to show you the interior of Oomaro's restaurant! I don't have time for you!

"Oh, that, because it's about here"

"What!?

"This store, Womalo, has been completely refurbished."

...... in exchange for 'free rice for two months'.

"I thought the air was delicious"

"You're actually pretty appropriate, aren't you?

The air is delicious because it's rural.

... the fortieth arrondissement, I suppose!

"So, what the hell is this? Why would I have to take this kind of action?

"Ask your own chest!

Suddenly, the voice of a prestigious dog-eared girl flies. It's Paula.

It was Paula listening in silence so far, but she finally overflowed with anger emotions, knocking the table dang and getting up.

"You said you were stuck, it's no use!

"Well, relax, Paula. Or I'll pound your tits."

"Huh!? Da, no! Oh, my breasts... they're for special people only... not yet, no"

"What are you sexually harassing like you said you were good at..."

Estella pinches an innocent word when she says the corner paula is illuminated in a cute way. You don't even have milk to poke...

"You don't even have the milk to poke me..."

"You can poke enough! rubbing, it sure could be a bit difficult............ what are you making me say!?

Oops. What I thought seemed to pound out of my mouth.

"Hey...... why the hell did I get brought here?

Pompeo looks at this exchange with a cramped face. He kind of looks like he left even a second early.

"Ask your tits."

"Chest! My own chest!

Paula sues as she bashes her own chest.... that gesture says, "Jump in my boobs and come on!" Looks like a pretty good thing.

"It's like I don't remember. I didn't do anything to make you resent me."

I bash my chest, and Pompeo assures me with a voice without starvation.

... You're a similar gesture, but you don't want to jump into this guy's chest. And fine dust.

"... most"

The long lashes slowly descend and the eyes of Pompeo open.

"If the cake in my shop is too delicious to take away this customer… I am prepared to say that there is no way to be resented"

"Ah die joub die job. We don't eat together."

Luxury guests are mostly aristocrats and small rich people.

At that point, most of the Yang Fan Pavilion is de common people. There is no such thing as a customer being taken from each other.

Wouldn't this Tengu be even more polished?

I don't know if you remember, when I was dodging brown sugar bread with 'it's a cake' on my face.

Even if it's fancy, you're using a substitute for what nobles call 'poor sugar'.

Most of all, the nobles who are happy with it are laughable. You don't know what the difference is, I'm sure.

"Can I ask you one question, Mr. Pompeo"

Estella rises up with a Rin face and moves forward and forth in front of Pompeo. And ask in a serious tone.

"How do you see District 42 in your eyes? The cake your store sells is gaining momentum and popularity."

"I don't think so."

Pompeo answers in a relaxed, confident tone.

"My shop doesn't sell 'cakes'." Eat the cake gracefully, have an elegant time. "The luxury of my shop is not something I can try to imitate, and the customer knows it, so they make my store look good."

... but it's not well served.

But the sign 'A shop where nobles gather' is huge. The very act of "going to luxury" becomes a status. That's not quite something Pompeo can imitate, as he says.

"Whatever cake you guys make, I'm not interested. I just keep serving my cake."

Quite a clean opinion.

I guess it's the bearers of this kind of thought who can get one head out of a bunch of other people. An unwavering belief is something worth it. People's beliefs are easily shaken by a little anxiety.

"In the first place, it's impossible for us to go out of our way to Zone 42 without Oumaro's invitation. I mean, that's the place to be."

Tension in the chest, without feeling or hesitation, even Pompeo says it out to state the natural facts.

"Right. Thanks."

Briefly, Estella turns her heel back.

And then he leans over to me and whispers in his ear.

"You're being overlooked."

The words, which were whined softly, had no anger, no humility, just a "troubled one," a bitter mix of laughter.

That's 'normal' in this city.

The lower districts are unconditionally overlooked.

Maybe Pompeo's right, they won't look at you.

"That means, after all, the line 'Pompeo tried to crush a rival store'..."

"No, I don't think so."

Exchange your gaze with Estella.

Most of all, I didn't seriously doubt Pompeo, but I'm going to crush the possibilities one by one. It's just that from the circumstantial evidence, the most suspicious thing was the cake shops in the other districts... i.e. they were luxurious.

"Hey, Yashiro. Believe me, you mean that disgusting man?

Paula comes pissing off my shoulder.

And he leans himself in like Estella did earlier. Is something even burning against Estella?

"I don't trust you at all."

Words released in a whisper could see the color of plausibility and dissatisfaction.

Well, maybe I have no choice.

It is no exaggeration to say that for Paula Cantartica is everything in life.

We always do everything in our power to cook, manage and serve.

I guess Paula can't stand being imitated like applying mud to it.

If they contaminate something important, everyone runs out of bees.

In plain analogy, it's like when you see a colleague chara guy hanging on a grown girl who is soothing just to watch in purity. I remember killing you. If you don't want to take a laugh out of a light sexual harassment or something, you can use any eggy method to get rid of it socially, or I won't mind.

And, thinking about it, I can also convince Paula of her anger.

However, the trouble is...... Paula's anger has moved from the muscles of the bug commotion to the mastermind that was manipulating it, and is now turning to 'somewhat suspicious' Pompeo.

If that speculation is true, I don't have a problem... well.

"Even when I taught you cake, you had a bad attitude, didn't you, that guy?"

Previously, when I taught luxury cakes to spread sugar, there was also Paula on the spot, but she didn't care about Pompeo since then.

"Come on, why don't we just get into luxury from here and make it unserviceable? Wouldn't you stop harassing me like this because then I wouldn't be a rival store?

Rough my nose and say that Paula is outrageous. Believe it or not, Pompeo is the killer.

I can't seem to make a calm decision because I don't like it first.

I have to make this right.

"We'd be the bad guys if we did that."

"But I say eyes in my eyes... Huh!

"Hey, Paula."

Estella keeps her hands up and stops Paula from trying to roll up the argument.

"Let's not forget that we are in a position to cooperate and investigate 'Let Me' than we have no proof that luxury is the culprit."

"But............... so suspicious? My eyes are nasty..."

You're treating me like a complete bad guy in Paula, Pompeo. Poor thing.

"Whatever your eyes are... I don't care who's suspicious, you can't use" The Spirit's Judgement "?

"Well... yes, but... well, right, yeah"

Did Estella tell you what she was trying to say, and Paula pulled herself out, although slightly dissatisfied.

Here and now, ask Pompeo if he is "harassing District 42," and if he is "judged by the Spirit" in denial, it turns out the facts in one shot.

If you become a frog, it means the killer is Pompeo, and if you don't become a frog, Pompeo is innocent.

But "The Spirit's Judgment" is not a good substitute to use.

It's the same if you use it to threaten.

"The Judgement of the Spirit" is a weapon that takes the other person's life in an instant, and is like a pistol if you compare it plainly.

Even if you are a 99% suspicious suspect, acts like sticking a pistol should not be taken lightly.

I want you to think about it. If my friends and neighbors had an image of "that guy is a dangerous guy who comes right at me with a pistol as soon as something happens"...... I'm sure he wouldn't be able to live properly.

If that's business as a restaurant, then it's not.

I also know how Paula feels.

If the most suspicious opponent was someone he hated...... I'm sure anyone would decide "this is the killer". And even soon you'll think of sanctions.

That's why we have to be cautious.

It seems roundabout, but we have to deal with it in turn.

"The Judgement of the Spirit" is a trump card. Trump cards only work because they cut at the end.

Even if I'm flirting from the beginning, I get my feet shrugged when I say here.

Well, what happens if this trump card you set up ends in 'Failure'...

What makes "Spirit Judgement" different from a pistol is that if the other person isn't lying, they'll be 'dodged'. And being 'dodged' means their 'innocence' has been proven.

Maybe it was a bad way to take a word for it, of course. "The Judgement of the Spirit" is a surprisingly hollow system.

But how many of you can use The Spirit's Judgement twice or three times, which is why you ended up failing once?

If he thought that if he was dodged again... there would be unlimited number of people who could do that.

The Judgement of the Spirit must not be abused.

An overpowered attack will strangle you around.

Therefore, it is better not to use The Judgement of the Spirit without darkness.

In the first place, these guys have hardly ever used The Judgement of the Spirit. In fear of its power, its effectiveness, and the end it will bring.

And it can also be said that the city continues to safely and peacefully circle today because of the fear it had.

Even the general public doesn't care. There's no way the world can maintain its legitimacy by spreading guns.

But I can't deny the feeling that my use of that power on several occasions has reduced my resistance to the 'judgment of the Spirit', albeit slightly.

If that's the case, I'll make it clear here.

Too strong a weapon loses itself.

Those who do not know it will be drowned in power.

"For now......, Paula"

"What?"

Leave it to me.

".................. yeah. I will."

Turning a grin, I lost a little poison from Paula's face.

You didn't have to tell me, but you must have guessed this thought.

"I think Yashiro would do something about it, and I shouldn't be interrupting."

No, it's also difficult to expect too much.

"Well, I'll do enough to keep the crazy guy from urinating around here."

To do that, I have to look behind him.

"So my suspicions cleared up?

"Well, you don't seem black"

"Naturally. You don't have to be so relieved that my shop can't beat a dining room that only has such a great interior atmosphere."

I only praised Oomaro, this guy...

"So we're done talking, huh?

"Oh. I'm sorry I bothered. You want to go home?"

"No, let me take a closer look at the store. Even!

... How much do you like it, about Umaro...

"Before that, Mr. Pompeo. Would you like to enjoy our new products?

Ginette walks over to Pompeo with the new product she planted this morning.

"New product? What?"

"It's a fruit tart. The sweetness of the custard combined with the refreshing acidity of the fruit makes it very tasty."

"Hmm. Such a piece of cake..."

Hey, come on! Don't say anything rare.

The tart is a deep, noble cake.

"Well are you happy to try a bite..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Shortly after I threw the tart into my flabby mouth, Pompeo opened his eyes and stuffed it all the way in front of me. Hands firmly held, handsome faces gushing closer to the distance your nose is likely to touch.... Scary, scary, scary!

"Shall I teach you how to make this?

"... you..."

I didn't care what kind of cake we were going to leave and I thought we were going to offer our own cake...

"I'm sorry...... oh, this again. It's a big day."

When I started thinking it was time to kick your impending Pompeo, Asunt came to the Yang Deception Pavilion. - With good news.

"I found it. Iguana Man on the case"

"Is that true?

"Yep. Yashiro's sketch, that's amazing. He had a reputation for being a living copy."

I say it like Asunt impressed me, showing the silly reptile sketch I gave him as a pimple.

Asunt was asking me somehow about stupid reptiles between jobs.

I avoided the muscles about the bugs because they were careful to show off their identities.

I'm sorry to pry poorly and be detrimental to Asunt.

But the dumb reptiles will be fine.

That's all a rough guy is. I'm sure you must be behaving similarly and with all the same detours elsewhere.

I knew it, and I got my tail out right away.

"His name is Ottomer. He's one of the Gorotsky guilds that's rooting for the 40th arrondissement."

"The Gorotsky Guild? Is that what you have?

"Oh, no. There isn't. Officially."

Do you mean officially… an informal organization?

"This is an informal guild formed by gathering half the people who can't belong to any guild. It's just... sadly, they don't seem to have a problem with their jobs."

I'm not having trouble with my job. I mean, the guy who puts money on such a gobble and brings in a request goes on and on.

Speaking of jobs like asking Gorotsuki...

"Harassment, like this one, is your main job."

"Yep. They don't have the guts. You can't do responsible work like city guards or caution sticks. Those are the ones who can only be used to bully the weak."

But the guy who brings in the request keeps coming back, doesn't he?

This city is rotten in the back, too.

"But that's crazy."

Estella picks her chin and stares into the air. Looks like he's trying to remember something.

"Sure, that incompetent reptile...... excuse me, was it Ottomer? He should have said, 'If I was walking down the road, suddenly he wouldn't have heard from me'?

"Speaking of which, you did."

When I heard Estella's words, I noticed something strange, too.

"If you're forming a guild, aren't the requests coming from above?

"They're sticklers because they can't follow those rules."

I mean, you're doing what you want.

"I'm just kind of swarming to the same place, doing the same thing and getting money. Occasionally, people who are powerful can wave work and take collective action. It's all about their connections."

"Both vertical and horizontal, the connection seems thin."

Estella shrugs her shoulders.

It's, well, impossible to hold that Gorotsky Guild representative accountable for the stupid reptile Ottomer serving out the scandal.

In a way, they're great people to do evil.

Lizard tail-cutting personnel.

"Oh, um... Iguana's tail can be a big deal if you cut it"

Raise your hand, Ginette says.

Yeah, that's not what I'm talking about, this. So, I'm sorry...... will you shut up for a second?

In short, it made it harder to hang Ottomer's scandal and make him throw up his client. If the request was not made through the guild, no one knows the client but Ottomer.

And even that ottomer would describe his client as a "stranger."

"You've been a pain in the ass."

"Right. Tell the client to stop talking... I don't know why he won't go."

Face Estella.

This one. How did you put it...

The winning condition here is to ensure that the 42nd District restaurants, as well as residents, are not subjected to any future undue harassment of the Gorotsky Guild.

If we can't identify the source, we'll have to guard the entire city...

"We're sending a lot of vigilantes to work on the city gates... security in the city is getting thinner now"

The installation of city gates can also be described as the destruction of equals exterior walls.

Massive dispatching of vigilantes is mandatory here in the 42nd arrondissement, where exterior walls face forests inhabited by many warcraft. In case anything happens, the city will be devastated in no time.

"You want me to help you? I think you can use Magda and Norma a lot."

Delia says that to me.

Sure, if those three get together, I don't even feel like I could beat most warcraft...

Both the Warcraft and the Gorotsky Guild are enduring wars that both have to wait for the other way out.

I can't put these three in and solve one by one. What a tough opponent.

"No, what happened to Magda today? I don't see him."

"Mr. Magda, it's hunting day."

"Is he hunting or something?

"That's Magda's business."

Ginette answers Delia's question carefully.

If the city gate is completed, Magda's burden will be considerably reduced.

That's why I don't want to delay work by turning the vigilante over to other jobs.

"Hey. That Gorotsky Guild just does bad things, so you can't get in here and destroy it?

To Paula like a chunk of justice, it seems right to do so.

Evil should be destroyed….

"It's going to be a war, then."

Estella says in a bitter mix.

"District 40 is not the only place where Gorotsuki is. I'm in almost every district."

"But this time the opponent is Gorotsuki from the 40th arrondissement, right?

"No, that's not it"

Estella explains the danger so that Paula can understand it.

The connections between the Gorotsky guys are certainly thin, and even if someone gets caught by some vigilante with a hemp, they'll penetrate the unknown. "I have nothing to do with it," he said.

But if the vigilante starts and embarks on the destruction of Gorotsuki... I'm sure they'll unite and start attacking the vigilante and the lord who took action.

That would bring together Gorotsuki, who had only a rare connection, to create a great force.

Anyway, if you try to be a jerk, tomorrow is our day. They will resist in a madness of death.

"And the forces that were born once, it's hard to be Yayer-free afterwards. It's better not to irritate them badly."

"... yes, what"

I don't know, but there's no other way.

We don't have enough power to wipe out corruption in this city.

Precisely enough to defend our own city would be the mountain of Sekiyama.

"In the meantime, let's go to District 40 to gather information"

"Right. If Ottomer received a request in the 40th arrondissement, there is no chance that his client will be in the 40th arrondissement..."

Well, it's without a servant.

If you want to hide your identity, you might ask Gorotsuki from another district... I can't say anything.

"Pompeo"

"Momogu... what is it?

I'm not eating, I need a tart...

"You came in the carriage, didn't you? Why don't you give me a ride?

"Hey..."

"Because I teach tarts"

"Go back and forth as you please."

No, not so... Oh, right. Then let me do whatever it takes to get back and forth.

Try to use the Pompeo carriage easily when going to the Forty Districts ahead. Yeah, yeah. I took the word. I won't let you say no.

"However, my carriage is small. There's only two of us left to ride."

"Is it narrow?

"I'm not a nobleman."

Well, it's a big deal just to have your own carriage.

"Well... don't you have any space..."

I look around at the members and choose those who ride with me.

"Then you're the only one, I knew it"

and pound Estella's shoulder with a pong, gazing at her chest.

"It saves space."

"... I don't think the space there matters?

Estella holding her fist hard.

Ha-ha-ha. It's a joke.... can't be said to put it out in your mouth. 'Cause they're gonna frog me.

That's why Estella and I are going to try to get to District 40.

Well, it won't yield much.