Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Shaken by a narrow carriage, Estella and I came to the fortieth district.

... That's really narrow. It is the difference between the carriage of DeMily, lord of the Forty Districts, and the cloud mud. My ass hurts.

Well, just leave me on it and I won't complain in front of him.

"That's narrow. Damn."

"... would you stop sitting next to him and complaining in grandeur"

The owner of the narrow carriage is pulling his face next to mine.

It's unpleasant to remember a full train in Japan, such as my arm touching just sitting normally like this.

By the way, across the street, Estella is sitting in a solo seat. Only three people can get in because the stairs are stored in the carriage.

I wish Pompeo had sat over there. Even though Estella would be quite enjoyable to touch her skin.

But Estella is sitting in the lower seat.

Direction of travel and reverse direction, and close to the door. Well, I don't know...

"But it's unpleasant!

"Then you should have sat over there!

"Huh!? What are you trying to touch Estella for!? Sketchy! Pervert! Lactating mania!

"You're disrespectful! Call it 'Pretty Milk', not Lactating Milk!

... Oh, this guy, yes... Wow...

"... will you guys stop buzzing over the subject of my breasts?

Take the knife out of your nostrils and Estella giggles your eyes.

Shit, shit, shit. I can't do this cramping. Yeah. Let's make it big.

Then we were quietly rocked by the carriage and had it unloaded by the sugar factory and broken up with Pompeo.

"Ahhh! It was cramped!

"Shut up -!

Speaking to the carriage that kept him away, he was told back by Pompeo with his face out the window. Yeah, hell of a ear.

"Be friends in no time............ it's a Yashiro stunt, isn't it?"

Friendly? Terrible.

That's what I think when I can't share with a weaseless guy for the rest of my life.

"But your butt hurts a little"

"Well... then I have no choice"

"... why are you trying to stroke me?

"Kind."

"... I'll stab you?

Totally. I didn't know you could honestly accept the generosity of others... you must be narrow minded.... It won't even be diminishing, Kechi!

"Yes? That's unusual, Amy."

I heard a familiar voice from behind.

Looking back, there was Percy, a Tanuki tribe with a perfect makeover around his eyes.

"Hey, eye makeup."

"You came all the way here to sell a fight, honey...?

Percy catches a huge facial cramp.

Oh, my God. I came to see you around the corner, so make it more loving. Damn, this is why the young guy these days...

"Yashiro... maybe you're a pervert who even remembers sexual excitement in the cramped faces of others? I don't care how much you drag others into it."

They put some terrible rettels on me.

Though I guess you guys are just pulling it off on your own.

I'm just being honest with you.

"So, what can I do for you? You suddenly needed sugar, didn't you?

"No, I need to ask you something."

I can't give you my sister's private information.

"You're the only one who wants to know that."

"Neither can Mr. Neferry's information!

"You're the only one who wants to know that too! Do you have that much information about Neferry?

How much stalking is this guy?

"Then what is it?

"Has anything changed here lately?

"No, Mr. Neferry did this before..."

"I know you're saying you don't need information on Neferry!

This guy, he must be working seriously, right?

"Did you ever see any suspicious people near this factory or something strange happen to them? Oh, exclude all Yashiro connections."

"Estella...... that annotation, are you there?

Make people like sources of strange things......

"Hey, nothing in particular, huh?

"Trouble, too?

"Ah. Peace. I drive everyday."

"Right..."

Estella puts her arms together for a serious look. You think carefully and then you say this to me.

"After all, you should talk to the head of the factory."

"It's me, in charge!? You're pretty hideous, too. You have red hair, huh!?

Percy's face is dramatically drawn to Estella's words.

Estella... So you're a pervert who even remembers sexual excitement in people's cramped faces?

But Estella also makes sense.

"All right, let's go see Molly"

"Percy, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Hey! Don't ignore me! The man in charge, because he's here! Because I'm in charge! Oi, listen!

Put down the noisy Percy and we'll go into the factory.

Mostly, where is the person in charge of 'coming back flat from the outside' when the factory is running. Otomo, I think he went to the 42nd Ward again to stalk me. Kind of smells like chicken. Definitely.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Wouldn't the criminal reserve be too close?

"Who's the criminal reserve, here!?

Somehow Percy comes with it. Damn, don't worry, this is it...

"Is that a customer?

"Oh, Molly. I'll get in your way."

"Welcome, Mr. Yashiro. And Mr. Estella."

Molly and I have had several opportunities to meet since the sugar factory reopened. Smart Molly's well aware of us, and she says she's a benefactor in the sugar factory, showing her friendly attitude. She's a really cute girl.

If I thought there was nothing special about the beast except the triangular ears growing on my head, I had meatballs on my palm. It's a puffy, a little bit of a habit.

"Are you still in the meatballs today?

"Oh, Mr. Yashiro. It's sexual harassment."

Pretty and attentive.

I think this slightly stretched out feeling is Molly's biggest attraction.

"Oh, hey, honey! Will you stop saying weird things to our sister?!?

"I decided to split my makeup, care about my hair and everything in millimeters, even researched it to a slightly better looking angle, and said, 'If you can find it, I'd love to be discovered at this angle', and I hurt my back a little because I've been hiding in the shade for a long time in an impossible position, Percy, don't argue with me."

"Will you stop saying weird things about me, too!?

He's got a lot of orders.

"That, brother.................. I was there"

"Hiya, Molly!?

"Haha, that's the guy in charge"

"Shut up, Amy!?

The sugar factory belongs entirely to Molly. Good for you. Now you can go to the chicken farm and adopt your son-in-law.

"So, Molly. Can I ask you one thing?

"Yes, what is it?

"Have you seen anything strange or troublesome lately?

To Estella's inquiry, Molly leans her neck and thinks.

"............... brother, won't you work for me?

"Yeah, that's not what I meant..."

That wouldn't have started now.

"And then, the chicken smell"

"Oh, hey, Molly!... don't say things that create misunderstandings. I didn't do anything slutty like that."

Does that create such a misconception?

It's probably because he kept lurking in the shadows of the hen hut.

"But, well... one of these days, you might get used to this scent... you know... give your brother a girlfriend or something, if you can! Ugh! Embarrassing!"

"You seem conscious, your brother."

"Really, I'm sorry about your embarrassing brother"

Ignore the embarrassing Percy and get down to business.

"Suspect, is it?

"It is. Didn't you see that? Except for Yashiro and Percy."

"So come on, Estella. That annotation, are you there?

My appeal goes through lightly.

When did this guy get such advanced thru skills...

"Especially, you don't think of anything. As it stands, the factory is running fine, and the materials are supplied steadily, and the products are sold at a fair price… there's nothing to interfere with from somewhere."

No problem at all, huh?

Me and Estella look at each other.

Estella seems to be thinking the same thing as me... but I need a little more information.

"You want to go to the Aliqui brothers too?

That's what I asked Estella, and Molly came in with her hands up small and broken into the conversation.

"Ah, then after this..."

Exactly at that time, there were visitors to the factory.

"Hey, guys! It's a refreshing day! I'm doing great!

"Me too! I had some really good apple pie yesterday."

Neck and tick. The Aliqui brothers are farmers who produce sugar radishes.

"Yay! Look at that, Neck!

"Wow! I just saw something amazing, too, Chick!

"I'm over there... if my eyes and memory are not crazy... isn't that Mr. Terumi!?

"Ooh! That's exactly what I was thinking right now. Apparently, you and I are perfectly normal. I've had some anxiety over the last few days because I've been stuffed, but I think the apple pie I eat every morning is keeping us in good shape."

"Oh, you're absolutely right. Apple pie is really great food. By the way, you know what? That there are two kinds of apple pie."

"What!? What's that supposed to mean?

"Apart from our common apple pie, a new variety of apple pie was made in District 42."

"Wow, that's interesting. I'd love to try it."

"Then I know who you hit and put on."

"Come on, you're not calm. How could you ever shut up about such hot information? You're too bad, Chick."

"Don't be so mad at me, Neck. Reflecting. What was wrong with me then? I should have told you immediately. [M] Exactly."

"No, that's enough. More than that, who the hell is that person?

"That's right... there you are, Mr. Terumi!

"Wow! How are you feeling, Mr. Terumi!?

"It's a long time!

What are you two dashing about?!?

"" Mr. Terumushi. Let them eat their new apple pie. Pleas ""

"You guys are still eating apple cutlets..."

These guys say apple pies are just substitutes for fried with clothes on a whole apple, which is hard to say very tasty.

"Shouldn't Pompeo have taught you apple pie before tart?

"No. These guys aren't going to luxury anyway. I'm not going to stop living in poverty because I don't know how much money I made."

There is now an explosive increase in the number of farmers producing sugar radishes in districts 40 and 42. Many farmers flock to new ingredients with promised benefits.

At the heart of that sugar radish right is this Aliqui brother.

Know-how, such as quality sugar radish seeds and how to grow them, is almost exclusively owned by this Aliqui brothers.... of, but. These guys are root-lovers, or otherwise idiots of the truth, trying to sprinkle their rights lightly on others.

If Démily, lord of the forty districts, had not stopped the proliferation of rights, the price of sugar radishes would have collapsed by now and the market would have been destroyed.

Farmers make less if not more profitable, and the yield falls.

A system of tightening where benefits are concentrated somewhere is necessary to some extent.

So, I'm the Aliqui brothers who should have collected profits and got quite a bit of money... but they still seem to live in a borough shop that seems to fly if they blow it and live out of luxury or something.

Occasionally, I started showing my face at the pavilion.... for Magda.

"Shh, shh!

"Shh, shh!

"Okay! 'Cause I'll feed you next time!

"" Yay! A treat!

"Pay for it, you golden brother!

Totally. Two of these freaks want to ask if it's okay to tighten sugar radishes or something in the world.

"You guys. Can I ask you one question?

"Oh, I hope so. Fortunately, we're in a very good mood right now."

"Ask me one or two questions. Whoa, but not three, okay? Otherwise, we're running out of time for apple pie."

"Heh, Chick! Nice joke!"

"Thankyou, Neck!

"... question, can I ask?

Estella is already showing her tired face.

If you're involved with them, you'll need more endurance. Patience, patience.

"Have you seen anyone strange here lately? Except for Yashiro and Percy and you guys."

Finally, did you include even the questioner in the exclusion?

"If you're weird, I've seen a lot of them, but I probably haven't seen anyone like you want to hear."

"Right. I'm not a unique person, I'm a suspicious person."

Speaking of which, we've got a stalker coming out of District 42 lately.

"Oh, my God, that's important."

"Oh, that, because it's about your 'benefactor'"

How much of a stalker rumor is spreading?

Don't scare Neferry too much, Percy.

"Then..."

Estella's eyes stare at me.

Yeah, I guess so.

After all, the aim is a cake from the 42nd arrondissement.

Stupid reptiles. From Ottomer's testimony, the aim was expected to be cake, but the possibility that 'cake with sugar' was also the target could not be denied.

If nobility is involved, there should also be damage to the factories of the Aliqui brothers and Percy, who produced 'poor sugar'. But it wasn't.

From this, it can be seen that the target is purely a cake from the 42nd arrondissement.

Now we will be able to exclude the nobility entirely from the suspect.

"I don't think there's any more information we can get in District 40."

"Right. You can't go to a crash site and gather information."

I'd be quick to talk if I could get a sighting of someone who asked Ottomer for a job... I don't think the Gorotsky guys would cooperate. Later, it's a project where we might get ourselves some firepowder.

If you suck, you're surrounded and bogged down.

"Well, why don't you go to luxury and get the carriage out"

"... you want me to give you a ride home?

"Naturally. You can go back and forth."

The recipe for tarts tells the story once the series of gotths has been cleared up.

Then we need to use what we can.

Say goodbye to Percy and head to luxury.

The fortieth district also had sewage in place, at which time the roads were nicely evened as they filled the excavated soil. I don't see any more bumpy roads that were once difficult to walk on.

"This is a nice city, too."

"There's still room for improvement."

"Ha. Yashiro might be good for a ruler."

"Please don't. I don't want to be in a position where I can push all the blame."

"If you think so, I'd like you to reduce the burden on me a little bit. Always pushing the challenge..."

"What are you talking about? It's the lord's job to make things difficult, isn't it?

"... well, that's true."

dripping estella.

My lord's deputy looks quite tired.

"If it's that hard, you can throw someone a round."

"Who's going to take my place... I don't know... Huh!?

"Hmm? What?

Estella stopped suddenly.

He's staring at me with his eyes round.

... what the fuck?

".................. hey, nothing. Forget it."

Squirting, pulling me out early. Keep moving and keep moving away.

... What the hell.

I just told someone to throw a round if I got the job tight............ hmm?

Estella is the daughter of a lord, and she can throw the job round, well, about her parents who are lords? However, the parent is ill and is lying low and cannot throw very round.

If so.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

........................... so why are you dyeing your cheeks red there when you see my face and then walking away early enough to escape...

"... I don't know what that means"

I don't know why my voice whined, but it was a little flipped.

... Damn. I don't know what that means.... Damn.

Silently, he walked at the speed of the tournament and arrived in luxury.

In front of the store, the ladies with the goods lined up.

As popular as ever.

"Oh..."

"Over there......"

When we got to the side of the store, some of the ladies in the line looked at us.... None of them were favorable.

"... what the heck. I look at people's faces and they whisper... it doesn't feel right"

If this one turns her gaze, she's deflected from her face.

What the hell...?

"Yashiro, let's go around back anyway"

"Right."

Let's talk to Pompeo and get him to lend us a crisp carriage.

And when I tried to get around to the back of the store...

"Are you here for reconnaissance?

"I'm here to steal cake secrets."

I heard those words.

What the hell are you talking about, these guys?

Why would I have to steal Pompeo's technology?

In the first place, I'm the cake here...

"Oh dear!

That's when I heard a voice calling for me in the distance.

Is that Loretta?

When I saw it, Loretta was about to rush over here at an awesome rate.

All my siblings over there are so fast that their feet are disgusting.

"What's up, Loretta"

When Loretta comes to my sight, she lays her hands on her knees and breathes heavily up and down her shoulders.

"Hih, there's a Yang Deception Pavilion............ Huh!

I feel like I've finally been squeezed out of cold water by that word, I feel like I'm having a bad chill.

... The Yang Ma Dai Pavilion?

"And anyway, come back soon! The manager is in trouble!

Magda's out hunting today and she's away.

Is Ginette alone in the Yang Maori Pavilion right now...

"Estella!"

"Okay! I'll negotiate with Mr. Pompeo so he can arrange it as soon as possible!

Estella rushing out in a hurry.

While Estella was back, I tried to ask Loretta for more information...

"Oh, there's something going on."

"Ho ho. Oh, my God."

"I guess not if you're here."

I'm not saying everyone on the spot.

But there are definitely a few people who are turning a bad faith on us.

"... brother... what is this? I'm scared."

Loretta also feels the unusual air emitted and grabs it in my arm.

Malice directed at.

But we don't know exactly who it is.

... Not good.

Right... I totally forgot about that possibility.

"Yashiro! I got a carriage arranged!

Bring back Estella and just leave the spot.

The carriage is scheduled to stop a little further away.

"Yashiro, what's wrong?"

"Brother, I'm afraid of your face"

"... the killer may not be caught this time"

"" Huh?

I'll tell Estella and Loretta the names of my nasty enemies.

Perhaps this time the enemy...

"A collection of unconscious malice."

"'I'm unconscious'...? What do you mean?"

"I mean... it's 'yakuza'"

It's so busy selling the same cake as luxury in District 42!

Such a motive far from profit or loss.

Emotions that are simpler and poorer in nature for that matter than the counter-invention that Paula had.

If that's what's causing it, it's impossible to identify the killer.

There is too little contact with this one.

The other one took the liberty of knowing this one and resented it on his own...... he came directly into the attack.

The suspect is a person overlooking the 42nd arrondissement of the lowest level, including regular guests of luxury.

The action this one can take... is defense.

The great leap forward in the 42nd arrondissement, about the eyes... and it seems to have gotten on my nose.