Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"I underestimated that I was treated in various ways as described above. In that regard…"

Forty-one.

Tripartite talks are currently being held at Ricardo's mansion.

Attendees include Lords Ambrose DeMily and Stuart Javier, guild leader for the Wooddust Guild, from District 40. From the forty-first arrondissement, Lord Ricardo Siegenthaler and Medra Rossel, guild chief of the hunting guild. And from District 42, Lords proxy Estella Claremona and Yang Decepticon Pavilion employee Oba Yashiro.... just me, obviously out of place...

Then also present is Asunt, a merchant guild who works crotch through the Third District as a witness, and Usse, a hunting guild branch, and Imelda, a woodcutter guild branch. These three are only in a position to listen and cannot be given a say unless they are asked to.

"... so Ricardo. I'm so sorry. This is it."

Estella bows her head deeply.

As I told you in a previous letter, I'm giving you time before the tripartite talks to apologize directly for my previous disrespect.

If we don't finish this, we won't be able to discuss it on an equal footing.

Well, that's what Estella went on and said she wanted to apologize for, so I'm not going to pinch my mouth in particular. If he was forced to do it, he might have jammed it with his hand.

"Then, Dear DeMily Oj, Mr. Javier, Miz Rossell. Thanks for making time for me. Thank you very much."

Put your hands on your chest and thank Estella.

Then he turns again to Ricardo and says with a clear look.

"And Ricardo. Thanks for asking."

".................. Hmm"

With a smile pointing at him, Ricardo glanced off in a grumpy manner.

But...

"It's not 'Hum', Ricardo!

Medora flies an anger at Ricardo.... Well, I guess the person is meant to be "a little strongly cautious" enough....... Ricardo blocks the ears on Medra's side like he did.

"... you have a voice, Medora"

"It's gonna be big! A proxy for a lord who ruled a region lowered his noble head through his muscles properly! Then you have quite a few words to say too!? Yeah, what do you say!?

"... I don't know... even if you don't tell me."

After a glance at Medora, Ricardo looks at Estella as he sits down.

After a few seconds of staring at each other… divert your gaze with a light sigh in the dawn direction.

"Ma, that's not good..."

"Right. Good to see you again, Ricardo."

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

Ricardo feels more poisoned by Estella, who can now face any poison directly from the front.

This fight is Estella's win.

Let them wipe out the long, lying between the two sections.

"Even from Atashi, I want you to officially apologize"

After a paragraph of Estella's story, Medora now mentioned that.

"This time, rumors that are not good for both sides have spread because of our young man's untruthfulness, or Atashi's. It was short-circuited behavior, lacking in thought. I'm sorry."

Fold your big body into the 'ku' lettering, and Medora bows her head deeply.

Now we would have taken the obsession between the forty-second and forty-first districts, both sides.

Medora, with her head up, twists her body slightly and looks back at Ricardo.

"I'm sorry about Ricardo, too. Do something you can't do."

"Totally. I guess Temehe screwed this far because he would do something of his own accord. If you're busy, why don't you retire?

"When I retire, I'll work for you as a maid here."

"... don't joke about such bad luck."

Ricardo with a serious and unpleasant face.

... I wanted to pretend to look like an apron yesterday.... you come out of your dreams, alle.

"Miz Rossell is the only one who can pull a hunting guild. Retirement is outrageous. I suggest you rethink it, Ricardo."

"Hooray! Miss Estella seems to have more eyes to see than you do, Ricardo."

"Oh, shit, baba."

"Ricardo! What is Baba toward the Lord's Representation elsewhere who took the trouble to get to me!?

"I told Temehe, damn it, baba! What are you so insignificant about impersonating others!

It was Ricardo standing up to protest by accident, but he realized what we were looking at, coughed up and sat back in the chair again.

... This guy must be vegan.

"But now the odd obsession is gone, too. Good for you."

Demily tells me to fix the place.

I guess I'm good at fitting it round. That's Round Boy.

"Thanks for keeping it together."

"Yeah, let's shut up, Mr. Oba"

Smiling Demily. However, the temples are tightly cramped.

"But well. Just because you get an apology doesn't mean you can tolerate the city gate."

"Oh, why? You're bald when you say that shit, right?

"Ho ho, it's Estella. That's pretty damaging to me, too, so be careful."

Demily, it's just the same.

"I'm not bald."

"Mm-hmm, I don't know if I should go home anymore!"

"Well, well, Ambrose. Nice, about bald. Don't lose it."

"Because I can't lose any more. Hey!

Javier oil the fire.

Damn, Ricardo is bad for saying things that provoke him, but DeMily riding a crappy provocation can't even grow up.

Shh. Do you want me to pull the air a little tighter?

"Come on, you guys. Adults, you don't have hair."

"Nah - why did you hang up there, Mr. Oba!?

"Don't incite baldness, Temehe."

"Oh, my God, I can't even defend you."

"Darling, there's too much oita."

"Yashiro. It's a serious place, so give me a break."

I had a fierce protest. Total attack.

Oh, my God, people are corner friendly. Come on...

"Anyway, if District 42 is going to build a city gate, District 41 will earn less. Make sure you get somewhere to make up for it."

In view of the current situation in District 41, Ricardo may have no choice but to say so.

Even now, the economy is not turning well within District 41. Wealth is partially biased, and many eat for it. It's a nest of working poors and nets, now in District 41.

You can't reduce your earnings any more, even slightly.

It is also a true thought for Ricardo and District 41.

Or so I said, I can't withdraw the city gate blankly.

I don't hear any accusations of just thinking about District 42, being selfish, or why you end up calling guests to the Yangdu Pavilion.

This has something to do with District 42 and then District 40.

The wooden guild seeks a city gate that is easy to get to and from the woods on the side of District 42.

That's why I even built a branch. The facility is already 70% complete. I can't withdraw now.

That's why if a passage tax or something were introduced to compensate for the loss in District 41, now the Assunts Merchants Guild would eat for it. It is, of course, a matter of death and death for us residents of District 42.

Oh, trouble, what shall I do?

If Ricardo was the bottom of his heart, at the bottom of the human de, the worst scumbag like a hedro precipitated at the bottom of the swamp, he'd push all the load on the forty-first arrondissement, and we'd be the only ones who'd say, "Sawberry Happy!" It wasn't a bad ending either...

Seriously, I just found out about him. Doesn't work either.

Even for Estella, it would be uncomfortable with the happiness built on Ricardo's corpse.

And if I leave Medora alone, seriously, I suck...

He's best taken care of at Ricardo's!

That's why I think I'll just go out for a little while again.

"Why don't we wrap up the demands of the districts once? It would only be a waste of time, wouldn't it?

When I moved, everyone's gaze gathered.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, we're currently being put through to the reception room in Ricardo's hall.

Even though a desk is arranged in a large room on the 'mouth' lettering, I can also say that it is more like the apex of a hinge than a square because it is not stuck to the desk...... anyway, each one sits facing the center.

Ricardo at the back of the room. Demily on the left from the entrance. Estella on the right. Each escort sits on the diagonal back of each lord.

And three desks are arranged in front of the entrance, where three spectators sit side by side.

So, I walked out next to Estella in Shakespeare's playful, relaxing footsteps.

Gather your gaze from three directions. That's right. Listen carefully. I'm going to tell you a serious story.

Before we do that, let's start with the prep movement.

"As for District 42, we want to set up a city gate and open it up to woodcutter guilds, hunting guilds, and adventurers as a new source of income for the district. Naturally, I would ask you to stop paying the toll on District 41."

"... hmm"

Ricardo snorts and gives an unpleasant look.

Now look at that Ricardo, and I'll talk to him to make sure.

"District 41 wants to have the city gate installation plan for District 42 withdrawn on blank paper, introduce a toll tax if possible, and increase tax revenues for the district. So, okay?

"... well, that's the place. If you want to give up the city gates, you can think of a toll tax."

"Uh-huh... That sounds like a parallel line to the discussion..."

Listening to Ricardo's opinion, Estella arms up.

The hopes of the 42nd and 41st precincts run into each other beautifully. I'm not likely to find a compromise.

Finally, I turn my gaze to DeMily sitting across the street and get confirmation.

"What you want in the 40th Ward is to grow hair, right?

"I wonder where you got out of that story!? No, I'm sure that's what you want!

"Ambrose, calm down. If you get too excited, you're gonna bald."

"I'm getting excited!? Because my buddy's attacking Zach from behind. Hey!

Well, I can tell you that the hope of District 40 is that District 41 and District 42 will disappear and this neighborhood will be peaceful.

If they start a war, they're likely to eat stray bullets. Besides, the deal stops.

Well, the truth is, I suppose you want me to be able to use the city gates of the 42nd arrondissement... and when I say that here, I don't take it out of my mouth because it gives the impression that the 40th arrondissement is shouldering the 42nd arrondissement.

Only, you should have District 40 in a neutral position.

To catch Ricardo.

"If I dare to say what I want, I hope that this discussion will end peacefully and amicably for all three districts, including us... I may remain somewhat dissatisfied... but somehow I would like you to explore a compromise"

DeMily gives exemplary opinions in the face that people seem to like.

But that's no good then.

Now even well, dissatisfaction remains only for the compromised portion, and that dissatisfaction only for the portion of economic inequality becomes enlarged… it flares up less than a decade later. Should I have it for five years?

Anyway, the compromise proposal means, "We haven't solved anything, but let's put up with each other."

What is this compromise proposal?

You want me to use it as a door, not a gate? You're kidding me, that's not true.

"Um, bye. Why don't you decide to say 'larger door' instead of 'gate'?

"Are you kidding me, Temehe!?

"It's a compromise!

"Well, this one's gonna stop being a 'traffic tax' and turn it into an 'admission tax'!

... what? This will happen.

And don't seriously suggest what I thought was impossible.

"Thus. This problem is not easy to solve. Because there's no way we can pull both sides off.... right?

Point your gaze at Ricardo.

I know. With the nuance that the kitchen situation in your city...

"... hmm"

Looking in a bad mood, Ricardo deposits himself on his back.

Ah, Ricardo. That's no good. It's the characteristic of a human being with a star poked at him who wants to distance himself from him. And arming yourself in front of your chest is a way to protect yourself from being attacked any more by those who are spiritually cornered.

You will now have spoken with your body that what I have been told is illustrative and uncontroversial.

If I had been trying to con you, there would have been a battle at this moment.

Well, this time I'll make a sweet decision.

"I mean, we've come to a point where we can't give in to each other anymore."

Ricardo doesn't say anything with that look on his face, and Estella only looks up at me with anxious eyes.

Demily looked difficult and stroked her bald raised head.

"... when we get here, we'll only have one thing to do"

Release the hand that was on the desk and wake up the body that was in the forward leaning position.

Stretch your spine and take a big step back to flow.

Everyone's gaze will go after me, and everyone, including Estella, will dress relative to me.

Put everyone's face in your sight, and I'll say the only solution.

Spread your arms, dignified, confident.

Let's go to war.

Moments, the air in the room strains.

Javier and Medora's gaze sharpened and deep wrinkles carved between DeMily's brows.

"............... are you serious, Temee"

The first person to open his mouth was Ricardo.

I thought Estella, or else around Asunt, would eat it... and they would both be taken aback.

Maybe a guy who's used to rough things can keep his mind on things like this.

"Of course."

"Mr. Oba..."

Raise one hand to control Demily, who is about to rise in slow motion.

It's okay. I know what you're trying to say.

Whether the thought had been conveyed, DeMillie lowered back to the chair again.

I think my expression has softened.

... Javier and Medra, scared. Don't be angry. It's a necessary procedure.

We wanted everyone in this room to realize that we're trapped in a trail that we can't go on or back to.

No one spoke.

But it must have been up to everyone in the corner of their head. The possibility.

I try to avoid it weirdly, trying not to realize it, so the main point of the story braces me and makes me dignify.

Recognize it once.

We... that these three precincts are one step ahead of the war.

"But... everyone here, of course, all the inhabitants of the Third District who are not here, doesn't want that."

When I put my opinion into words, Javier and Medora lost their strength softly from their shoulders.

The battle posture was solved.

But Estella and Ricardo still keep their expressions fixed.

Estella's anxious, Ricardo has a frustrating look.

You just have to think simpler.

"I don't want to go to war. But you have to settle. … then what…………"

You're gonna laugh at me for being ridiculous, and if you're so determined, let's take it very seriously that all of you have excluded yourselves from the choice from the beginning.

"Instead of war, the districts will elect representatives to compete squarely!

Grab a fist and stick up your voice.

This is by no means, I'm not kidding, I'm lost in blood, I'm not fooling around all the time!

"Under conditions that make these three districts agreeable together, we fight by the rules, squarely. All right? I'm not kidding. When you do, think this is war! We have to be ready for that. We can't solve this!

Proceed with your feet once more and come out again to next to Estella.

And slap your desk at the mercy of your strength.

Bang! - The sound increases the tension.

"This is war! No one's bleeding, it's a new era of war!

Sin...... and the indoors quiet back.

No one speaks a word and is silent.

".................. Ha"

In the meantime, I laugh with my nose as Ricardo mocks me.

"Can you solve that with such child deception? If you lose the battle, you want me to allow you to install the city gate?

Slowly, Ricardo rises.

"This way, the lives of the inhabitants are hanging... you're not running the administration with a floating sense of play like Temee and the others! I'm not kidding!

Ricardo kicks his desk to the left of his power.

Make a fierce noise, the desk falls.

The bottle of ink that was on top jumps on the floor and spreads the black stain.

"... then the negotiations are broken"

Turn a chilling glance at Ricardo, who makes his head bleed.

Are you in a position to look down on people?

I'll show you the real mockery.

"I'll let you build the city gate on your own. You heard about the Warcraft Swarm? Alle was judged to be something we had to crusade as soon as possible, regardless of our city gate. Isn't that right, Medora?

Talk to Medora, who looked difficult.

"... ah. If we leave it like this, the Warcraft will enter the city and the 42nd District will be devastated, as well as the 41st District and the 40th District... before that, everyone will be devastated."

"Yes, it is."

Hey, Ricardo.

How are you feeling right now?

An ally in your own camp 'endorsed me in hostility' from behind you, huh?

You missed your back, didn't you?

There is a psychology of place.

People get very uncomfortable when they are hostile to the people behind them and next door. Many times as many people are facing each other, the people behind them take consciousness.

Hey, Ricardo. Tell me... how do you feel being isolated?

"The hunting guild crusades the Swarm of the Warcraft at an early stage. This is the will of this whole city. It is impossible to disobey. Do you understand?"

".................. KEEP!

"Fine. So, if even the Swarm is gone, there's no reason to stop construction on the city gate in District 42.... you know what I mean?

"It's Mendoxe! What are you trying to say!?

frustrating Ricardo.

But all you can do is step on the floor on the spot.

Like you did now. That's the best you can do right now.

You wouldn't be beaten up, would you?

You are now admitting your nonsense in your heart.

I got up with a lot of momentum, okay, but I'm losing sight of where the fists I shook up fit.

Think about the situation you're in now.

Me and Estella are naturally enemies, and Medora is in tune with me in some parts.

DeMily and Javier are neutral, but the fact that the Wooddust Guild wants to use the city gate in District 42 will be in your ears.

Loneliness is tough, isn't it?

I'm even concerned about trivialities that I don't normally care about, and I take the negative consequences and fill my head with negative elements.

"We've moved on to the point where we can't back each other down. You can't stop now. If the negotiations continue to break down, we will be forced to do so. Probably will, too. …… and then we're done."

Shit.

Earlier, I tried to avoid it unanimously, 'Arr' becomes a reality.

That's right.

War.

"Damn............ ha!

Ricardo kicks the floor again.

Meanwhile, MEDRA was waking up her fallen desk and putting it back in its original position.

"Are you willing to listen to me about this ridiculous battle?

………………

Ricardo staring at me silently.

But there's only one answer.

"... just talk"

Out of sight, Ricardo returns to his seat. I'm glad that Medora was putting her desk back together. You don't look good waking up a desk you knocked down yourself.

"Well... and can I have some water before then?

"Ah. You should take your time."

Demily answers.

This is a sign of intent that I'm going to hear it too. By showing a friendly attitude, he tells me he wants to cooperate as much as he can.

In advance, articulate the worst end and tie everyone's consciousness there.

And by making you want to 'suck, that's all you want to avoid', you try to compromise with a 'better' proposal than that.

That's a door-in-the-face technique application.

Thanks to Ricardo, the consciousness of those who are now here was arranged in the same position.

"If you ever misjudge, instant war"

That tension makes it harder to break the hips of the story or just gobble your demands.

No one wants to be told that it was me who started the war.

Drink water slowly and moisten your mouth.

Come on, let's do this together.

Oba Yashiro, solo performance.

"What I'm trying to do is just win or lose. There are no dead people. However, depending on how you win or lose, you may lose territory."

"That's... that's a noisy story"

I guess I can't stand the tension anymore, DeMily says in a bright voice.

But the delightful air soon only goes into silence.

"Keep talking. Follow the set rules, compete squarely, and clearly put on black and white. I can't complain about winning or losing in front of the crowd."

"You're gonna make it a spectator match."

"That's right. This battle means a lot to the people of the districts."

Estella's expression is serious sometime.

This guy's familiar with me, so maybe he knows what I'm thinking somehow.

The desire to do it and the unspeakable anxiety. That looks like a mixed up face.

"Decide on the winner, so what?

Ricardo leans on his back and asks in a transverse manner.

But the gaze is serious.

"The winner can give the loser one condition he likes"

"... ho"

Ricardo's face is grossly distorted.

Oh, you thought about when this guy just won. Yes, that, the losing flag. Woe to you.

But if Ricardo doesn't come on board here, we won't talk about it, so I'm just gonna keep him in charge of the gods a little bit more.

"If District 41 wins, let's honestly withdraw the plans to install the City Gate blankly"

"Instead, if you win, you can build a city gate and instruct us not to take the toll?"

"If that's what you want."

Naturally, it is possible to do more than that.

"The disadvantages are bigger in the 40th Ward."

"Well. Risky, on top of the little you get."

"Dear Oj. This is about our district. Please, don't push it..."

"No, it's Estella. We can't be the only ones standing in the safe zone and taking advantage of District II's battles. More than I said neutral, non-interference doesn't make sense. We were neutral, so we took part in this problem."

The city where these people head is lucky.

If District 40 here declares its non-participation on the grounds of neutrality...

"The winner could have absorbed the losing district and waged a war of aggression."

"Oh, I thought the same thing about Temehe. He didn't stand on the same field. He doesn't need mercy."

Angrily enough, Ricardo and I had an opinion.

Either way, they hate you both. That's something even kids can understand.

The best way for the highest-risk 40th arrondissement to avoid risk is to stand on the same field.

It would be nice to stand on the same field and lose in the shallowest way possible.

For example... consign with one or the other and lose unwounded, or something.

If you're going to win, that's what it is...... it would still be less beneficial.

"Hey, Demily. Don't worry about it."

Javier rising from his chair slaps DeMily's shoulder with a bassin.

"You have a wooden guild. You might burn your hands on a hunting guild, but you're not gonna lose."

"Ha! Hey, get it out, you cancer, you bearded father! Are you trying to beat Atashi and his hunting guild by force?!? Unfamiliar. Trained in the woods for 100 years!

"What, you baba!?

"Yankee, bearded!

Javier and Medra.

Two big guys get up and scatter a bee and a spark.

Monster movie poster.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Yashiro..."

It was Imelda who raised her horrible hand. They want a say.

When I saw Ricardo and DeMily, they both gave me a "acknowledgement" signal.

"Allow Speech"

When I said it, Imelda stood up and said in a quiet voice.

"On that condition, District 42 is too disadvantaged"

Asunt and Usse are shaking their heads hard and vertically next to Imelda.

"Both the wooden guild and the hunting guild are the ones I remember in my arms. I can tell you how many branches of the hunting guild there are in the 42nd arrondissement, Mr. Magda, Mr. Delia and Mr. Usse, and the difference in power is historical. Also, even if the selected players compete with each other, there is still a huge difference in talent. As a concrete example, I don't think we can compete against the Medra Guild Commander or our father if we choose only one delegate from the entire district to play a match."

Usse to Asunt, and even Estella seem to share the same opinion, and they are all firmly in agreement.

Look, Demily, Javier, and Medora are also looking at me sympathetically.

"Hey, you. What did you say your name was?

Ricardo closes his eyes and talks to me.

Hands behind his head, legs loosely together.

"It's Oba Yashiro."

"Yashiro..."

Ricardo wakes up, rests his elbows on his knees and sits back in a forward leaning position.

Together, he stares at me with a stare.

"... you think you can win such contented battles?

Is this advice?

Hmm. There's something quite kind about it, isn't there?

Now I'm like, "Puppy, he didn't notice. Okay, easy win!" Perhaps it's the effect of the noisy Medora being around since she was a kid.

"I don't know if I can win yet... but I don't think I'll ever fail miserably."

"Are you even a fairly skilled guy, and the 42nd Ward? Armament expansion was just a rumor, wasn't it? So how do you get a bucket like Medora..."

"Ricardo."

"... ah?

You didn't like the fact that he was summoned, Ricardo stared at me with an awesome scared face.

It doesn't matter.

"What do you think this battle is all about?

"Huh?"

He's always bragging about his muscles, bragging about his strength.

There's no way I'd suggest such a barbaric way to compete, is there?

"The way I propose to compete is that while it's perfectly black and white, it's safe and peaceful, even dramatic and inspiring, even though it doesn't shed a drop of blood, that's what's great about it"

When you do this on Japanese TV, it is very popular content with great planning power that beats out quite a few viewers.

"Yashiro"

Estella stands up and looks me in the eye and asks.

"What are you trying to do?

While appreciating the nice gesture, I looked over at everyone's face and after plenty of time, slowly and clearly said it out loud.

"In a big food showdown, let's put it on black and white!