Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

The day after my troubles with District 41, me and Estella were walking towards District 40.

I was honestly surprised that I got an appointment sooner than I imagined...

"I had a contact from the other side where I was about to talk to Oj about introducing a toll tax for District 41. He said," I need to talk to you. Come right away. "

It's a boat to cross.

"Perhaps the story of the passage tax got into Oj's ear. It's an adjacent neighborhood, so you can't just not tell them anything..."

"Is it a good time... you say we went to talk because we moved..."

Probably the latter.

Mind is poor if information is leaked from others regarding the introduction of the new system.

It's a natural decision to go say hello from yourself before that happens. Especially if it is a system that has a significant impact on the other's logistics and economy.

... it is. Isn't footwork light, you little lord?

"But I think you're worried about us. If we succeed, we might be able to put pressure on District 41. There's also a wooden guild in the 40th Ward."

A hunting guild that strands the entire area. Its speaking power is enormous, and it cannot be viewed head-on by the lords of the line. But there are woodcutter guilds in the 40th arrondissement. A guild with no less speaking power than a hunting guild.

Like Estella said, if we do well, we might be able to set up a reciprocal discussion or so.

What, you want me to draw my Sea Fishing Guild into my crew, too?

"Is that it?"

Estella stops unexpectedly.

A narrow mountain path extending from the central square of the 42nd arrondissement. A large, familiar luggage car was seen in front of the road about 1.5 lanes, called the back road, as opposed to the main street.

The luggage truck is loaded with lots of flowers.

"Ooh, Millie!

"Ahhh... essutera. And Mr. Terumi."

Millie was towing her luggage and walking down the back road. Is he on his way to get his stuff delivered somewhere?

"Ah... in the forty-first arrondissement, are you home?

"Yeah. We're in the 40th Ward."

"It's a lot..."

"Not at all compared to Millie making the delivery. Oh, yeah."

Pong and hitting her hand, Estella points to the luggage car flower.

"Hey, Millie. The flowers here, could you sell them for a second?

"Ah... no... I'll make you a bouquet"

Millie's expression brightens up Paa to Estella's offer. Looks pretty happy.

"Let's take flowers to Master Oj. Oh, look, I love beautiful flowers, Master Oj."

"Really?

I think of Osama's face with a brilliantly bald, nostalgic smile.

Yeah, it's nothing. Flower lovers have nothing to do with the presence or absence of hair roots.

"Make it a flower that Master Oji will be delighted with - all the time"

"Millie. Are there no flowers that have a hair growth effect?

"Ugh... maybe not..."

"Yashiro, you don't have to be extra careful! I'm sorry, Millie. Never mind what Yashiro says."

"Ugh... yeah. I don't care."

Oh, my God. I think you'd be so happy if it existed, Hair Growing Flowers.

If you plant it on your scalp even in tampons, we'll all be cotton wool around fall and have an afro-like finish.

"Millie, can you get me a ton of tampons?

"Yashiro, shut up! The Tampo Afro Great Failure case is ranked in the Trauma Case Book Worst Five that Oj doesn't want to remember!

Already experimented!?

"Ahhhh... Miri won't choose for you."

"Hmm...?

What, am I in the process of buying too? Tampo was a joke...

Yeah, no matter what you think, you don't need me. Estella is the only one I need to buy, because this thing... won't you look at me with those sparkling innocent eyes... my heart will be purified.

"Well, let me ask you a favor"

"Ugh!"

Ahhh... I lost my smile.

You don't feel like you can beat Millie...... if you were Regina, I'd almost bust your ass.

In the end, Estella bought a bouquet of flowers that, while modest, brightened her mood, focused on orange warm flowers.

Mine was what an adorable bouquet of flowers based on peach and white, and it was going to be such a delight if I gave it to a one-sided girl.... Um, Millie? I'm planning on doing this to a bald scattered Osama...?

Millie was very agreeable with the fixation of the habit of sending flowers to each other and was beginning to handle a number of affordable bouquets of flowers. Because of that, they've been selling well lately. That's what he told me the other day, smiling so hard.

"Well, Miri, no, over here."

"Oh. Be careful."

"Flowers, thank you"

"Ugh..., Bubba!

Millie waves away as she pulls the big luggage truck.

I only had one "badass" today. Did you shy away because it's another district?

"Let's go, too."

"... I don't know what to do with these flowers"

"If you're hesitant to give it to Master Oji, why don't you give it to whoever you want?

Where is someone like that?

Who the hell am I supposed to do this to?

Oh, what? Here, should I say, "Well, I'll do it to you" or something?

And then which side are you going down to see Demily?

Can we have a serious discussion with each other? Rejected. Rejected.

"Right. Maybe we'll meet some of the most beautiful beauties in the world who spared no breast implants at Demily's."

"Mmmm... If there was such a miserable person at Oji's place, I would feel very complicated..."

Demily's a lord, isn't she? I do what I do, I'm sure............................ what an envy that bald...

"Is there a convex lens somewhere? We have to burn down his roots... Huh!

"You're the lord who's going to see me now... don't be rude!

Now what?

Once we get along, we'll no longer be friends.

Well, unlike when we were in the forty-first arrondissement, you should let me interrupt with some ease.

- Oh, my God, it wasn't long before the sweet idea blew up.

Ambrose DeMily, the lord of the forty districts I haven't seen in a long time, had a very harsh look on his face.

"Estella. I don't think you have all the nonsense. But I can't tell you there's nothing wrong with you at all."

".................. Dear Oj"

What are you missing, you bald fuck!

... what a light mouthed atmosphere it wasn't.

The introduction of a toll tax in District 41 had created more tension in this District than I thought.

After all, the big one was the presence of a wooden guild.

"I consider you as cute as my real niece. But... my niece has a problem that can be done with cuteness and a problem that isn't..."

"... Yes"

Demily continues with a serious voice, not aligned with the image.

"When you build a branch, all the contracts you attach by pushing off a lot of impossibilities could go to waste. … this is a worrying issue"

".................. Yes"

I got permission from the Wooddust Alliance to build a city gate.

The city gate shall not be withdrawn.

If a toll tax were introduced by twisting between them and the forty-first district like this, they would be taxed heavily when carrying the trees taken at the branch.

The interests of the wooden guild are significantly compromised.

This situation would be uninteresting for a woody guild.

In the first place, it was this Demily who took me between me and the Wooddust Guild, and Demily has done something for me ever since. If there is anything here that would cause damage to the woody guild...... it would be to apply mud to Demily's face.

"A little quicker, couldn't we open up the situation?

"... it's..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Estella leans down and bites her lips.

I just got a tight word from Master Oj who thought he'd be on my side... Isn't that pretty damaging?

So strange not to cry out, Estella is depressed.

...... you bald jerk...... "CUCK! Shall I polish him up to the point where"?

It seemed I wasn't the only one Estella was depressed and heartbroken, and DeMillie rushed over to Estella in a hurry.

Bend over and peek into Estella's face.

"Oh Estella... don't look so sad... I'm not blaming you for anything"

".................. Yes. I know....................."

"Oh... when I look at you like that, I can't hang up... I want to pepper you"

"What are you missing, you bald jerk?"

Where have I lost my good sense and common sense?

Leave only the roots to be lost.

"Mr. Oba... now we're having a serious conversation with the lords. Don't interrupt."

"What's so serious right now, you monster pepper!

I have to follow up with Estella somehow.

"We're going to do everything we can to thank you. It was over there that poked at it. So blaming Estella isn't the right thing to do?

I don't know what Estella could have done in that situation...

Well, before that situation, I don't feel like I could have hit a few hands... because that's not a good place for me to pinch my mouth around it.

So at least I'll defend you as far as I can see.

"It felt like I saw it, and that wasn't an attitude to listen. It's aggressive and no matter what you say, the outcome wouldn't have changed. If Estella failed to make an effort, isn't there a problem with the Lords of District 41?

He's going to do us a disservice if we talk about it.

I think it's one way to get a distance.

"If they harass you more than once, you can take care of it in detail, can't you?

I'm going to give you a straight opinion.

No matter how much they pointed out that they didn't feel about respecting the other guy, if that other guy was such a bastard, it wouldn't be a story. If you're not a respectful person, you can't be respectful.

But...

"I don't think Siegenthaler's son is the kind of little man in a vessel who harasses you like that."

"............ what?

What's this bald guy talking about?

I've never seen a man with a bowl like that before.

"Sure, there's something about my attitude and my mouth that resembles the father of my former lord, but I have the discipline to pass through the muscles. Well, it's a little busy, but it'll be too young."

"... because Master Oj is the lord of the fortieth district..."

Estella tells you not to like DeMilly sheltering Ricardo or throwing up.

Well, there's some nasty guy downstairs who takes a kick-ass attitude toward the guy on the lookout and exposes his nature. My boss, my senior, he's the one with the subtle position up there.

"I'm not some clever guy who can use that back cover, am I?

…………

Looking at the reaction so far, Demily seems to have decided that Estella's efforts were insufficient but caused by the disturbance.

... something, I don't like it.

"Right. I mean, if you walk more from the 42nd arrondissement side, Mr. DeMilly will say that this disturbance will converge."

"Oh? Mm, ah, ah. Well, what do you think? Things won't be so simple. But what's the matter, you suddenly change your tone? Oba, it's not even like you."

A changed tone?

Isn't that obvious?

Would it be rude to get familiar with someone you're not even particularly close to?

"Estella, what Mr. DeMilly said is good too. Let's get it back out and explore what we can do. Mr. DeMily, busy and revealing, deliberately invited you to this wonderful hall and even gave us some advice. We should pay for that."

"Oh, you know, Mr. Oba? Are you mad at me?

Huh?

Nothing?

It's just, well, I don't know how to keep anything but my own opinions sealed off and let it seem like a great thing, but I'm not mad at you.

"From what I can tell, Estella looks like someone who cares enough. For example, to bring a beautiful flower to a trusted acquaintance who spoke gently to me when I was about to cry in trouble to please me at all."

When I rang my finger, a maid from DeMilly's house came into the room with a bouquet of Me and Estella.

Because it would get in the way of the discussion, and that's what they kept it for once.

Estella said she wanted to finish the discussion and give it to me in the form of a thank you...

"You're ruined, because of this bald spot.... whoa, this is the guy you shouldn't speak to."

"This flower... Estella?

"... Yes"

"Wah, to give to me...?

"... Yes. I heard that Oj often goes to Noyama to see flowers... so I hope you're happy."

Oh, my God, Demily's face gets brighter.

"Glad to hear it, Estella! Yes, it is. It looks like this. I love flowers."

"That's why you're bald"

"Doesn't matter, Mr. Oba!?

He's nutritious.

"That's not true.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

There's no way there is.

Demily starts to twitch and stands in front of Estella.

Estella received a bouquet of flowers from the maid, with a slightly sunken look, and handed it to Demily.

"... it's Estella. It's a beautiful flower in the corner. Why don't you smile and give it to me?

"......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Indeed.

Give them what they want so they can help. It's a small, cunning ploy and a means that Estella seems to dislike.

"What are you talking about? There's no way I'm gonna think that, is there? Estella's upright personality is best known to me. I would appreciate this as a gift from a close friend."

"... Dear Oj"

Demily gently strokes Estella's hair.

Finally, Estella's expression softened just a little.

... Not at all. If you know Estella's character, be the first to reunite. All of a sudden in lord mode, he said, "I'm neutral!" Then I guess Estella decided to snap.

He was scattered and managed to hold it only with his strength.

If Oki was cold besides his thoughts that he thought he could lean on... his heart would shrivel at once.

"Estella. Don't get me wrong. Listen to me. As lord of the forty districts, I am a man of no position for you, nor for the son of Siegenthaler. If I join one of them, the balance will collapse at once and the security around here will be suddenly worse"

"Yes, I understand that."

Demily stares at Estella with gentle but slightly harsh eyes, as her parents stare at her child.

Talk slowly with a soft voice that creeps into your chest.

"Though. I just want you to remember that I'm not a lord, just Ambrose DeMilly cares more about Estella than anyone else"

"... Yes. Dear Oj."

Estella's nose is a little red.

Tears were the only thing that didn't go away... but I guess it must have been hard.

"It pisses me off for you... you've got a good friend, Estella"

"Huh..."

Demily and Estella turn around.

... Don't look. What if there's a hole?

"... Yes. I think he's a good friend."

............... that kind of thing, would you stop saying it in front of the person?

"Really, you're a good 'friend'"

... Why did you emphasize it so much there?

"Always, always be a good 'friend'. All the time, in" Yu, Yu, Ji, ""

... Since when have you been Estella's father?

If you guys have blood ties, it's going to incorporate troubled genes whether a man is born or a woman is born...

"By the way, Mr. Oba. Nice bouquet of flowers."

Demily points to the bouquet of flowers I have and says:

I was just given it by my maid.

... it is. You're urging me, this solar reflex.

"... No way, to Estella... then, isn't it?

"Are you the father?

"You don't have the muscle to call me your father!

"You didn't call me!

Seeing Estella about to cry, she must have suddenly become so cute that she couldn't help it.

... the line at the beginning that said "I have a problem that can be done with niece cuteness and a problem that isn't..." don't make me smell like an asshole, dude.

"This is a bouquet of flowers I brought all the way out here to give me if there's a woman in this hall who's got her tits busted! Not yours!

"There is no such poor woman in our hall?

That's right, are you there!? Surround one or two of your mistresses!

Oh, Estella looks awfully relieved.

"Whatever. If things were as if District 41 were to take a toll tax, all three districts would suffer."

That's right.

Even damage will go to Zone 41, where we started toll taxes.

At the very least, there will be friction in diplomacy and transactions.

I'm not trying to enforce the introduction until then... is it still the city gate in the 42nd Ward?

If they can figure out that that doesn't inhibit the interests of District 41, it might solve things...

"Please go back! My husband is currently meeting with a customer!

Suddenly, the hallway of the hall becomes noisy.

What the fuck?

"That's right! Just calm down! Whatever it takes. This is too lame! Even the eagle is clean to shelter, just like that!

Is this voice... Stuart Javier, guild leader for the wooden guild?

That muscle Dharma, why are you here?

"Don't quit! Atashi takes all the blame! If you're dissatisfied, you can go to trial or judge!

And the voice of a servant woman......

Those gagging voices and the noisy footsteps eventually came to the reception room where we were...

"Atashi! I'm coming in!"

With such a voice, a loud door opens with a roar.

"-!?

There he was, knotting his lovely bright red blush, bright white long hair in two at the shoulder lips of Gatai, who seemed to compete well with Javier, who boasted a grizzly muscle... he was an Obasan like a gorilla.

"I need to speak to the Forty District Lords, Ambrose DeMily, and Estella Claremona, the Forty-Two District Lords proxy!

Gorillababa snorts and shouts those words.

In the reception room, where the air hardened due only to the situation, I managed to speak out and sue the words I had to say right now.

"In the meantime, pretend to be dead -!

...... I don't know if it works for gorillas though.