Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

At the conclusion of the talks in District 41, we were headed for District 42, shaken by a large carriage prepared by Assunt.... Have a good carriage or cancer......... you could take more taxes, from this guy.

"Even so, it was quiet. Asunt and Usse were"

I'll tell you two Osama sitting next to me in line.

Why would I have to sit alongside Osama? Isn't it weird that Estella and Imelda are across the street? There are two beautiful women sitting next to me, and Osama and Osama will be on the other side.

"He said it was quiet... of course... Huh!

From beyond Assunto, Usse whispers at me.

Asunt is staring at me, too. What the fuck?

"Raising my hand gave me a say, so it would be a mystery to be angry at me, wouldn't it?

"I'm not stupid enough to make unnecessary remarks on that occasion. Not...!

Grrr, Asunt's coming at me....... creepy. Stinks a little more. It stinks of osama.

"Why didn't you tell me... Huh!?

Only whisper, Assunto says in a strong tone.

What are you talking about?

"Our lord's deputy said Mr. Estella! I thought my heart would stop knowing over there!

"Not at all! I was worried about all that during the talks, and I wasn't listening at all!

No, no.

"You guys, you've seen him before, right? Aren't you meeting the Lords' Agent about setting up a branch or something?

"The Lords proxy is beautiful and clear, and the perception is that the tits are the bigger ones there. No matter how similar you are, Mr. Estella will be excluded first!

"That's right! Your boobs are there, naturally!

"... the two Osama there. Where do you recognize me?

"No, before that, Estella... what, are you packing it?

Don't look good. Look good!

"You know I did, right? Don't you have a face?"

"Lords' proxies are prettier!

So, Usse... he's the same person.

"Estella will always be beautiful."

"Miu."

"Mr. Estella. Don't make disgusting noises next to wasps"

These guys, seriously, they haven't noticed this before.

Well, I was surprised when I first saw it, too. A woman can turn into a makeup.

"Hey, I didn't realize. I didn't think so."

I thought if he had as much insight as Asunt, he'd find out in one shot, and this guy didn't seem to see much in his face. Though I think it's essential to remember your face and read your expression in taking the other person's hand.

"I'm not going to put up an argument against noble opponents, am I? I don't know if I need that much insight... and..."

Asunt whispers modestly while showing a slight bare gesture of consciousness towards Estella.

"I try not to look too aristocratic"

"Speaking of which, you're always leaning down when you see me at our place. I thought you were nervous."

Ha. Asunt's nervous about his noble opponent.

Well, in this guy's case, a lot...

"Does jealousy show up on your face?

"Yep. I'm going to keep it down myself... but it looks like it's seeping out."

Assunt's face, saying so, was brilliantly seeping out his jealousy of the nobility at a height he had yet to reach.

"Well, Asunt. Relax, nobleman, it's Estella."

"Yep. If you think about it, it's a little distracting."

"What do you mean, it is!?

For better or worse, you don't sound aristocratic.

Surprised by the fact of the shock, Asunt and Usse were quiet during the talks. Well, I won't be talking perky in the future, but I'll stab the nail instead.

"That's right, what about Estella..."

"Don't worry about it. We will not imitate information free of charge."

"There's no point in saying that."

Especially when it comes to falling apart. What this means is these two won't do it.

"Oh my God... I can't believe the lord doesn't have milk"

"I don't think your district lord has milk either?

Rather, if Demily or Ricardo had fine milk, it would be creepy.

"But Yashiro"

Estella stares at me in the wagon. Serious eyes.

"Why did you make it such a rule?

"What's that?

"How to compete, the number of participants, the time limit. It's about you, so what's the point?

Here are the rules I set out:

The Grand Eat Games are held in group matches by selected members.

Up to six battles. The precinct, which won three wins first, wins.

The time limit for one game is forty-five minutes. It's a time limit that focuses on big food, not fast food.

This guy also has a desire to eat as beautifully as possible without messing around.

And the district, which was the lowest in the previous showdown, prepares the dishes for the next showdown. This means you can choose ingredients so that the losing district will benefit your district. I want to prolong the battle as much as possible. It doesn't taste good when some district wins three in a row and ends.

The dishes were prepared with a common plate and limited to those listed there. You can bring whatever you want as long as it's on the plate. It's ok to put ramen donburi on a plate.

I hope it's not a whole roasted Warcraft or something that I can't complete.

Count the number of finished plates in the 'wasaba' format where the next plate is provided after one plate is finished to determine the win or loss.

Athletes and food can be kept secret until just before, in all districts.

Well, blah, blah, blah, blah. It's a procedure to make the operation flexible.

The tournament is scheduled to take place over two days in three rounds at a time.

It ends when some precinct triumphs first.

Incidentally, it cannot be carried over until WW7, so the subsequent situation is determined in the phase of WW4.

If it's two-on-one, that's where it ends if the district wins two games in the next five. If one of the other two districts wins, the loser loses, and Game Six competes for victory in the district between the two winners.

Also, if you are two to two to zero in the fourth phase, the lowest district loses there. Game five will be the final by the top two districts.

- And it was decided as it were because I offered such a rule and neither DeMily nor Ricardo disputed it in particular...

"There's no way you'd normally make a thorough proposal for entertainment."

That's terrible to hear.

But sharp.

'Cause there's a bucket like Medora over there.'

Sometimes' in case 'of a one-shot battle.

"... you're going to eat, anyway"

"What moves in front of you comes from one end..."

Imagine MEDRA's predatory scene and everyone on the spot turns pale.

"Usse. Do you know how much MEDRA eats?

"I don't know. Mommy only eats with people she's forgiven... we've never seen Mommy eat."

"............... is this a no-viewing level?

On the neck of a warcraft roaming the woods, he said, "Boom!" "Buh, no!" "Blah blah blah"... what an easy sight to imagine.

... you're going to be eaten when your eyes meet.

"But 'you have to eat to be strong' is a cliché. I thought you ate a lot.... Pretty strong."

Dietary volume and strength are proportional... a theory you wouldn't even know if you were looking at Magda.

"Can you fathom such a bakemono fierce person?

"What is it, Asunt? You want District 42 to win?

"Naturally. You can't take a passage tax or anything. Besides, if Mr. Yashiro wins, there will be more restaurants in District 41 and more of our customers."

If I win...

But that's Assunt. Are you suggesting that you are paying attention to the fortyfirst district reform that I intend to carry out in the future?

"When you say there will be more restaurants, you just borrow them till the end of the tournament, right? When that's over, why don't we go back to the original weapons store?

"Imelda, the human favorite is to maintain the status quo."

"What is it, Mr. Estella? With a Translation Face."

Estella must have done everything she could to improve District 42. That didn't improve, so I guess I felt bitter.

As Estella put it, humans prefer to maintain the status quo. He's a strange creature who wants to "improve," but insists on maintaining the status quo.

When the routine changes, people explode dissatisfaction from anxiety and resistance outside the familiar environment. Sometimes some rebel at will.

But in fact, we change things, things change, and after a little time... we adapt to them. And I gradually start to feel glad I reformed, and get used to running to maintaining the status quo again.

"I mean, the residents of District 41 are now adamant about maintaining the status quo. Suppose you were forced to destroy it and build a store on the boulevard for customers from outside? That way, that boulevard becomes more and more human than you can see."

Estella says with a certain certainty.

"If you make the situation seem obvious to anyone that it's better that way, you're better at trying to maintain the new status quo than you are at trying to undo it."

As Japan once modernized at the same time. Cultures embraced as good things expand at once.

Well, in the case of District 41, it feels more like optimization than modernization.

"... Surely there can't be a city where you can't eat without going to the third smelly bottle like that..."

Previous inspections must have been quite painful. Imelda's face is greatly distorted.

The mango was delicious so I want to go eat again, but I don't like going to that third bottle. There 'll be a few of those guys.

If we succeed in bringing those people in. If we can transmit the charm of District 41 to more...

"If we make the boulevard work well, District 41 will be more economically hydrated than it is now. Otherwise, Ricardo's idiots won't be jealous of our profits by saying anything about tax revenues."

In short, poverty is bad.

The people in the 40th arrondissement don't complain even if the 42nd arrondissement is floating on the cake. Because we have it in our district, too. And no matter how exciting District 42 is, we can still afford to be on top of ourselves.

But that is not the case in District 41.

The current situation in District 42 is more exciting than becoming the poorest if it is plucked into District 42. I'm in a hurry, I'm frustrated, I'm jealous.

That's why only ideas like 'Taking Profits From District 42' come into being.

"After the city gates have been formed in District 42, I hope that the vicinity of Main Street in District 41 will become a lodging town for those who use it. Look, District 42 has a lot of fields, and there's extremely few inns, right?

"There are about double digits of customers coming to the 42nd arrondissement every year."

Besides, there are no more places where you can build a new lodging.

If a city gate can be done, many will go out with it. Inns and restaurants are mandatory.

"I'll give you all that part in District 41."

"Oh, my God, that's a waste of time. I'd pack the lodging in the 42nd arrondissement at any rate."

Asunt shrugs his shoulders like he doesn't understand.

"Our lords are not the type of people who can quit or take over land. He's a maintainer."

"... Ugh, I'm sorry. Exactly."

In contrast to Ricardo, who is inclined to a hunting guild and who has a hunting guild and is trying to maintain the city, Estella tries to save the entire territory equally.

Within District 42, bold reforms such as those we are trying to make Ricardo do are difficult. Sekiyama is enough to make the most of the surplus land.

So, I've already done all that.

"If a guest comes to District 41 and profits, no matter how hard Ricardo is foolish, he will realize the benefit. I won't do anything to get my ass on our city gate."

Then you just have to give me a big boost.

It is easy to bring in guests from outside if the accommodation district can be by its side, and easier to transport if the road to the fortieth district is maintained. The benefits are also enormous for hunting and woodcutter guilds.

No one will complain about the city gates of District 42 if they gain that understanding. Now we can build it with dignity.

At the end of the day, the root of this commotion was' I kind of don't like it '. I don't like it because I feel inferior. Because jealousy is created because it seems better over there.

Then get rid of that jealousy, and no one will complain.

"Then, for my own benefit, I will make money for District 41."

When I said that, the people in the car peeked into my face all at once.

... what the fuck. What the fuck is wrong with you guys?

"Yashiro, I knew it..."

"Yep. Right."

Estella and Asunt smiled.

... Don't look at me, I'm sick.

"Huh... Is this the guy in the alley who's rumored to be Tundele? I've never seen it before."

Expose the silly side and Usse gets his breath.

Where's the rumor?

"Mr. Yashiro, you're a nostalgic. Well, you're a prospective wasp."

For some reason Imelda puts her chest up proudly.... I'll rub it when I stick it out so much, here.

"... they're after me, Imelda"

"Yikes!...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Imelda holding her chest and dyeing her cheeks thin.... but what, those strangely colorful eyes? Don't worry about it.

"You're amazing... you're going to dominate a hunting guild followed by a wooden guild."

"Hey, Usse. Who dominated the hunting guild when?

Funny, I don't have that kind of data left in my memory.

"Well, you can't do it in this situation. Whatever, it's the only boobs in this car."

"It's not the only one, is it, Imelda?

Estella turns her arm around Imelda's neck to bring an angry grin closer.

What giddy lily footage...... you don't seem to be in demand.

"But, Mr. Yashiro,"

Asunt gives a serious look in the carriage where assholes spread.

"I understand your plan to benefit financially and eliminate friction with the neighborhood, but what are you going to do with the actual big food tournament? Well, as long as the tournament opens, the economy may move and it may be possible to get people to approve the installation of city gates in a discussion..."

"What are you talking about? Of course we're going to win."

Sure, I might be able to convince you, but that's slower and slower installing the city gates.

It would be nice to win a refreshing battle here and just build it.

"Perhaps there are other districts that boast of eating big. There may be a bucket class lurking."

Neither Demily nor Ricardo broke their spare look when they heard it was a big food tournament.

You must have an idea, be proud of the big meal you're in the realm.

Evidence of this shows a slight impatience on both sides when it comes to group warfare.

Even if one can win, it doesn't make sense if he loses everything else.

I guess that rush came to my expression.

If it's a bucket, we're here too.

That, too, both of us.

"We have Bertina and Magda. That makes two wins tough."

"I see. Those two can do it!

Estella rides herself out in excitement, and with that recoil Imelda is gently thrust, and her tits shake. The 'only' tits in the car.

"If we avoid Medora and put those two in, we win two, we lose, and this one's in our favor."

All you have to do is find someone to eat there.

In the worst case scenario, there's a trump card to keep.

"My winner is a dick."

"Yeah, kata"

"In proportion to the bosom of the district representative,"

"Master Oji and Ricardo's breasts are crammer than my breasts. Yikes!... of, before, my chest is not cute Yikes!?

Estella grabs Imelda's shoulder gassilly and rocks at her disposal.

Only Imelda's tits are shaking. Imelda's tits' Just '!

"Are you that amazing, those two?

Asunt makes a surprise statement.

What, you don't know? Those two unusual appetites......

"All right! Let's do a big food demonstration to explain to the residents. Asunt, get the rice ready. I'll show you something nice."

"Ha ha... well, if that's about it, I'll have it for you..."

"... Wow..."

"... Whew."

"Woe to you..."

"... I didn't know such a grown-up Sister and such a little girl could eat so much..."

Asunt didn't seem to notice Estella's dong-pulling exhalation sandwiched along the way and Usse's honest whining and Imelda's condolences.

"But, Yashiro. You can't win two wins over here, can you?

Estella's right, we need to find another person who can win this one.

I know... but my strength is unknown.

"Then don't worry!

Imelda stretches her chest, her chest more and more... and slaps her tits.... Pooh.

How about... the breast density in the car makes me stay focused on Imelda...

"So, what do you say you don't have to worry about, Imelda?

"Wax, you eat a lot even if it looks like this!

I don't have that image...

"The other day, I challenged a large serving of roasted salmon set meals, and finished the meal beautifully! I just got a round of applause from the manager!

"Imelda. The exit's there, but it's moving, so be careful and jump."

"Why are you trying to kick me out!? You are so cooperative!?

Rice, I don't know what you're talking about!

That's not true, even Loretta would flatten it!

Even Loretta from "Normal"!

Namely, that's about 'normal'!

"Well, you know what I mean."

"Hey, who's there?

"I still don't know how strong I am... I just have a date appointment, and I'll let you test my powers"

"............... a date?

Estella's eyes sharpen.

... what the fuck. Fine, but nothing. Because it's like a thank you.

"Mr. Yashiro. That's not true..."

Just so you know, Imelda was there.

"... wax, right?

"It's Delia!

I'm telling you, I haven't made a promise to you!? The contract is not terminated by a unilateral request!?

"Delia, do you eat that much?

"Sweet stuff only."

Sweet food lover Delia eats quite a bit if she squeezes the genre into sweet food.

"But not enough to eat a little more than others..."

"What kind of guy do you think he is to be elected for bragging about eating big?

"So you're a big, muscular mukimuki guy, like Medora or Mr. Javier?

You categorized Medora as a big man.... Are you complaining that your brain is?

"So, how much do you think a muscular boy like that eats sweet cake?

"Oh, if you say so, a man doesn't really like sweet things,"

Estella's gaze turns to Usse and Asunt.

and Usse and Asunt looked at each other plainly.

"Wow, you prefer meat. Sweet isn't good for booze."

"Me too, you're a little bad at sweets. My chin is muzzled right... well, I love my wife so I sometimes go out to eat..."

"Why are you suddenly declaring that you love your wife?

"Chi, chi, no, Mr. Yashiro!? My wife likes' cake 'so she's just going to eat with me' no choice '!?

Wow, Asunt is lit up with a bright red face. Oh, Ki-Mo, no!

"But would it be convenient for you to have something sweet?

"After we win two, if we get to the bottom with the waza, we can decide what dishes to serve in the next showdown, so you just have to serve the cake there. Right? Yashiro."

That's Estella. He noticed the "Forty-second Ward Essentials" I planted within the "seemingly equal rules."

With this rule, if you throw away a win, you can surely win it back. If only we had all the talent.

"But it's hard when the loss goes on. Can't it be a blade sword unexpectedly, is it?

I also understand Asunt's concerns.

In other words, it means throwing away a game for a win, so this rule makes it difficult to use.

"Well, I'm fine. We don't have to go out of our way."

"Why not?

'Cause, you know,' he 'said it, right?

"Speaking of specialty dishes in the forty districts...?

"Ah!"

So Estella seems to have noticed.

Yes. Previously, Pompeio forcibly kidnapped the culprit of the harassment in District 42 when he decided he was Pompeio, the owner chef of coffee shop luxury for the aristocrats of District 40... Originally, Pompeio said when he set aside only a forum for friendly discussion for the investigation. 'Speaking of the specialties of the fortieth arrondissement, the name of a luxury cake is mentioned first'.

"If the 40th arrondissement puts Delia in the first turn in charge of cooking,"

"You can win unconditionally!

There are up to six rounds, but I don't know how many times I can handle cooking.

Maybe the same district keeps losing and taking charge of all the food.

That was the only aspect of the tripartite talks: "Economic Flows," "New Customers," and "Connections After Games."

Every district says, "This is it!" You should bring the ultimate delicacy to one item. A dish of great publicity.

"Did you make that rule in anticipation?

"Well."

Ever since I went to District 41 to inspect and decided to pull into a big tournament to end this troublesome thing, I've been thinking about how we can definitely win, not unnatural.

It took 'moving on from the other side' to offer what this one was best at.

So, the economy, the new customers, they scattered around explanations.

They didn't look at all 'their interests' and see how much 'their interests' were.

Behind DeMilly makes' ten 'I get' hundred 'earned.

They don't know there are ways to do that.

In the process of letting them make money, they profit the most.

If you want to analogize, it's like, "Let me measure your boobs because I'll make you a bra that fits Ginette perfectly, who suffers from rumbling milk".

Ginette can contain her wild tits and I can go through all the raw milk I want......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Hey, Ginette! I want to look into the raw milk so I can make you a bra!

... No! No, you're not! You're not! Reverse. Reverse!... How about that? I really can't show off my lead when Ginette is my opponent...

"Ha... if it was in front of Estella, I could stay the way I am"

"Huh!? Hey, what, suddenly!?... so calm when you're with me, huh?

Oh. Wow. I can stay calm.

Is that it, after all? I guess shaking helps keep your mind at bay. You have demons living in your boobs, I'm sure.... Nice. I moved too.

"I want to win three wins like that, but I'm going to get another one in case"

"The other one? Now I don't really have a verse to think of..."

Arms together, Estella twisting her neck.

"Don't take it so seriously. Because he's stupid."

"Idiot?... All I can think of is Yashiro..."

"Hey, here."

There's no way I'm going to float first in the 42nd arrondissement full of idiots like that.

"If, contrary to expectations, we are forced to struggle and at last at the stage of sucking...... I will haunt my heart...... I will take Magda hostage!

"Huh!?

"And I'll put Womalo on the field and declare, 'If you lose, I'll pepper the embarrassment of Magda'!

"Winning! Womalo will win, that situation!

"Stupid solution, though!

"Yeah, it's incredibly stupid, but it's incredibly convincing, Yashiro!

Usse and Asunt look at me and Estella as they thrive with cold eyes.

"Hey... can I leave this to you, District 42"

"Well... no one will be able to save this city but Mr. Yashiro... let's just say we give you the support you can shade and do everything you can"

"... don't struggle if the outline of the favor is stupid"

"Well, you're adorable there"

Get away from me and talk to me over there.

Hey, there's no demand anywhere for Rose footage of Osama and Pigs.

"Anyway, once we get all the people together, we'll explain the tournament."

"Right. This time we're all going to unite in the 42nd arrondissement and make sure we win!

"I don't know, it's starting to matter."

"But it's gratifying that the city will thrive, as a merchant"

"If we can do the city gate, we can help. Good luck and win."

The hearts of those who were on the spot converge towards one goal.

"That's why I say hello to the dishes from the big food demonstration, Assunt!

"I hope so, Asunt!

"Sometimes despair is an essence that makes life fun, Mr. Assunt."

"... don't die, Asunt"

"Hey, what is it? What about this disturbing air? Could I have made a hell of a promise?

What Asunt realized about the seriousness of the matter was that a single hit between Bertina and Magda (with the 'Red Moya' correction) had begun in a demonstration held in the seat of the briefing to the inhabitants.

The biggest fierce confrontation of the century brought out more than a dozen wounded and brought the curtain down by running out of ingredients. Two buckets beat Asunt...

Hmm? Injured? Those are the guys who got heartburn watching the two of them face off.

One of them is me, hiding what.... to them, common sense doesn't work... it was one afternoon when I realized that.