Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Awesome eh!

"Wow!? I hit this one, too!

"Yep! Me and me!

The Yangdu Pavilion is busy.

"Yes, sir. I'm putting on a bluff so you guys can win big. Ugh, I hope you hit it."

Ginette is causing the kids to pull the flag for their children's lunch as she grins.

Naturally, all of the contents are the Lord's flag festival support version.

The kids have the guts to wave this flag for support.

That nagging face on Ginette when she knows it's going to hit everyone...... really, why doesn't anyone notice?

Well, the mommy friends seem to have found out already.

"Hey. Mr. Yashiro."

One of those mom friends calls out to me.

"Games, what about our district? Do you think you can win?"

"Didn't you see how much Bertina eats?

"I saw it. I saw it. That was amazing, Master Sister."

"I was surprised, too. I can't believe you had that stunt."

... Stunts? I think it's "sick"?

"But, well, with Mr. Yashiro, you're sure to win."

"Huh? I'm not in."

"Yah-yah. Mr. Yashiro's out. Easy to lose."

"That's about all I know, huh?"

Mommy laughs when the friends dull.

Then what are you so sure of the victory?

"With Mr. Yashiro, I'm sure you'll do something about it," he said.

"That's a dangerous trend. It could be a brain disease."

"Hehehe, that's how the lights are hidden is popular amongst mommy friends." Cute. "

or cute......?... stop it, seriously.

"Mr. Yashiro's in on the operation this time, isn't he?

"Well... I wonder what the cause and effect"

"Then it's up to you to win"

So where does that confidence come from?

"If there is a time to lose..."

Mommy, my friends look at me, all aligned and gaze at me.

"" When losing is more profitable, hey ""

... These guys are totally mistaken.

What seems to me to have contributed to the development of the city so far is a theory of results if we stick around. I didn't do it with absolute confidence.

Worst case scenario, this city could have collapsed, right?

It would have been out if I had squeaked out to the headquarters of the merchant guild for arguing with Asunt.

It was more likely that my amateur knowledge would not work.

She said she did it this time.

That's bad. This 42nd Ward could be a colony of 41st Ward, right?

You don't look at me like God even sees me.

"Yashiro Daiming God"

"Please, lead District 42 to victory."

"Thank you."

"You guys believe in spiritual gods, don't you?

More or less, there's no such thing as "The Great Ming God" in this world?

Damn, it feels like you've come to the point where the 'Forced Translation Magic' playfulness also comes.

"If you want a favor, drop some money on the Yang Dai Pavilion and go home."

"No, if you say that, you have to eat cake to get home."

"Right. That's what Mr. Yashiro says. There's no way he won't eat it."

"Well, maybe I'll get you a shortcake after dinner."

"Me, Mont Blanc"

These guys are these guys and they seem to enjoy the atmosphere of the big food tournament.

Well, I appreciate the excitement... there's no great god.

"Brother, look! Spirit God's 'basket' is amazing!

"We all hit it!

"Not awesome!? Hey, this isn't amazing!?

"Oh, yes, yes. It's not that bad."

"Huh?"

"Not amazing............... eh, which one?

Hold the winning flag and shut up the fussy kids.

The kids don't talk about 'Lords Power' in a direction that makes sense among the adults.

Be a lord's fanatic. But it's important. It's fine in moderation, in moderation.

"Eat up, kids!

"" "Yes!

Kids delightfully grab the lord's flag and eat up for your children's lunch.

... Don't you ever get tired of it? Prepare some varieties, or children's lunch.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro"

"Hmm? What's up, Ginette?"

Looking at the kids who devour their child lunch, Ginette stops by when she soothes, and she softly punches me in the ear.

"It's a children's lunch, can't we add a little more variety?

"That's an odd encounter. That's exactly what I was thinking."

"Is it true"

Ginette rounds her eyes, and slowly those eyes arc.

"After all, Mr. Yashiro is kind."

"I'm sure you were thinking the same thing."

"Ugh, you're in line"

I'm smiling at what makes me happy.

Well, it's good to have a full menu.

... Kids Curry or something, can't you make it?

Along with the promise I made to teach the Neapolitans before, what if I make time for a new menu design meeting next time?

"You'll be happy, won't you? Because the menu that Yashiro thinks is very popular with kids"

"Is that it? So you're saying my idea sounds like a kid?

"Ugh. That objection might be a little childish,"

Uh-huh. He's starting to say that.

But I don't know what to expect... but it doesn't suit you sexually.

I'm the one who wants to accomplish my purpose without drawing anyone's attention.

Then, when the leisure time passed, the kids flattened your children's lunch, the mommy friends enjoyed the cake, and I started feeling a little sleepy, the end bell rang in the evening sky.

Sixteen o'clock. It's time for work to be done.

"Ginette, I'm going to go see Womalo for a bit after this."

"From now on?

"He asked me to take part in the tournament. He's staying in the dorm over there now."

"Really..."

At dusk, it makes people feel lonely.

So my hands are beaten properly.

"We're gonna do the pot tonight."

"Hot pot, is it?

"Oh. I'm calling Mormat and Delia, so the cost of the materials is free!

You'll be able to eat a delicious salmon pan.

"I'm looking forward to that."

A grin returns to Ginette.

If you stay busy, you don't feel lonely.

"Well..."

"Um... are you going now?

"Hmm? No, the toilet."

"Oh, really? Wash your hands behind you."

"The one I know."

"Because it's in our manual"

Ginette laughs when she dulls.

I seem to be hooked on this kind of prank lately.

"Hey, Yashiro! I brought you some vegetables!

"Look at that! It was worth holding back fishing for, and you caught such a big salmon!

Maumatt and Delia come into the store together.

That's a good time for them.

"Oh, dinner?

"Well, it's time for us to go home."

Look at the Delias, the mommy friends take their seats.

Complete the accounting in turn and proceed with the return journey.

"Welcome. It was delicious."

"Yes, thank you"

"Sister, it was delicious!

"It was delicious. Ah!

"Thank you. Flag, glad you hit it."

"" Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Even in the evening, you kids still have plenty of energy. Just split up, that strength.

"Come on! Bubba!

"Whoa! Bye."

"Not again!

"Be careful!

"Not again!

"Look forward and walk, we're falling!

"Bubba!

"Yes, sir. Bye, bye, bye!

The kids leave the store in a busy fashion.

Well, should I go to the bathroom?

"Hey, Yashiro"

Mormat calls me off when I'm about to go to the bathroom.

"What the fuck? Me first, huh? I had an appointment."

"You should go to the bathroom..."

"Hmm?"

"No, I knew it was nothing," Mormat waved after a somewhat difficult look.

What the fuck? Damn, I don't know who he is.

Oh, is that it? I knew you really wanted to go first?

I wish I could be honest with you if you wanted me to replace the order of the toilets. Well, I'm not gonna do it on your behalf.

Go into the bathroom, finish what you're about to do, and I'll be ready to leave.

When I got out of the bathroom, there was Mormat in front of the door.

"... etsy"

"I'm not glad you told me."

Wow... I'm glad a girl tells me... this guy is a pervert...... wow...

"Hey, it's Yashiro."

Maumatt, who has a sexual habit of wanting to be cursed by a girl, asks me with a strangely serious face.

"This big food tournament... you can win, right?

"Mmm, don't ask me. Ask Delia. He's an athlete."

"You're the one who chose that player, aren't you?

"Even if I hadn't chosen them, they'd have been elected naturally."

The top four are unshakeable.

"But you're the ones who stepped on it, aren't you?

"... what the hell, Mormat. You want to put pressure on me?

"No, you don't. I don't know..."

Give me a sinister look sometime, and Mormat slaps me on the shoulder with a basin.

"I believe you. … and so on."

What is' all sorts of things'?

Disgusting things. Not on top of this.

Things are kind of crazy.

He's always trying to push me to take full responsibility, isn't he?

Maybe we should beat him flashy once here.

"Prepare the pan. Come back soon."

"Then let him go."

"I'll be waiting."

"You can eat first."

Pong my delicious crocodile-faced shoulder and I head to the exit.

On the floor, Ginette and Delia were bickering.

Oh, that's good. After all, it's more soothing to watch a big beauty with tits than to talk to a spicy Osama................... I thought you were going to see Womalo, which makes me a little depressed though. Osama again...

"Maybe you can eat first, because Magda and the others are coming back because you misplaced me."

"No. I look forward to your return"

"If you eat at night, you're gonna get fat?

"Oh... well, still, we all want to eat..."

Right.

"Well, if you don't come back after twenty, eat first."

"No."

Ginette smiles flutteringly, stretching her arms to correct my collar, even as she naturally says.

"I'll wait until Mr. Yashiro gets back"

That's kind of a pressure thing.

"Well, the more so"

Punch Ginette in the head and I'll leave the store............ I bet.

"Ginette...... what's up?

"Ah... no... the..."

The sleeves of the clothes were held by Ginette with a cuddly... weak force.

On the arm I stroked my head, my hand reached out unexpectedly. That's what I felt.

"............... Um"

I'll be right back.

"Heh..."

Gently wrap your fingers around picking your sleeves and slowly lower your arms.

"... Yes"

She gave me a relieved look and Ginette finally laughed at me.

... something, I don't know.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Yes. Take care"

I'm going to put a smile on my mouth and make a smile.

But I wasn't sure and quickly missed my face.

When I left the store, Ginette followed me outside, adding these words.

"Make a delicious pot, you'll be waiting"

"Oh. I'm coming."

Hands up, I'm walking out onto the main street.

... Hi, it's hard to do.

Here recently... right, around the beginning of the year to be exact... my eyes from around me are starting to freak out.

When Maumatt's field was improved by lime, when he repelled the harassment of the Gorotsky, and the big food tournament... they said this with their mouths shut.

"That's Yashiro"

... That's just it.

You guys, could you possibly be mistaken?

'Ask Yashiro and he'll do something'...

I'm not kidding.

I'm a fraud.

I'm staying here to gather information on this city, to work out a secret to defeat the 'Judgement of the Spirit' such a joke...... for me to succeed as a con artist in this city...

"Damn......"

Where is such a broken face con man?

"... maybe it's time for the tide"

Well, that's why I don't know what to do right now.

I just think it's a little different to postpone "see you tomorrow, see you tomorrow".

"One of these days... when the opportunity comes,"

But I'm sure that's not now.

I still have something to do.

For now..................

"I just met Womalo and I'm going home for a pot... something like that"

It doesn't have to be now. But one day, I went into the back of my mind.

With that in mind, I'm sure Ginette will spot me.

He's a tough guy.

Through the twilight boulevard, we head to the carriage station.

And I met an unexpected guy there.

"Oh, Mr. Yashiro. Are you going to District 41?

It was Imelda.

Imelda was in a big carriage for her own home, and she came out the window and called out to me.

"If you don't mind, would you like to join us? You know, the date we promised each other before."

No, I didn't make a promise to you...

"Okay, on such a nasty date?

"I don't mind. The promise is, you just have to install it as many times as you want. It's not like we're gonna take care of ourselves for the rest of our lives."

That's right, the hot lady has different things to say.

I figured out how to make the most of that one, and I'm going to end up with a statute of limitations that I can't use.

If there was a "Ginette's Tit Rubbing Ticket" and "Estella's Tit Pepper Ticket" in front of you, it was a situation where you could only choose one or the other... I would explore how I could get the most out of it...

"What will you do?

"Well, on the 'rub ticket' side!

"... what are you talking about? No, we're talking about boobs, right? It was a stupid question."

Even a stupid question...

"Here you go, take a ride"

"Are you heading to District 41, too?

"The wasp is in the fortieth district. I'm going home."

"Oh well. Well, let's get you on the way."

He will come down from the table and open the door.

The carriage at Imelda's house is large and has a relaxed interior.

It's Mr. Yamboldt's design.

Yamboldt is number two at Torbec Works. No, you haven't seen him lately, on that horseside.

"Nice job, Yamboldt too"

"Yep. Womalo is quite something, but Yamboldt's designs are delicate and she receives a lot."

"Heh... that horsesurface, it's delicate..."

Indeed, the car had a fun and functional design in the eyes.

Somehow, if Umaro's design is' rolling ', Yamboldt's design is' beautiful '.

Oh, my God, isn't Torbec stocked with well-armed carpenters? This is a bright future.

"Trubec Works is going to be bigger."

"Maybe. Ha. Me, that's a hell of a place."

Gouzouya stepped down and completely remodeled the dining room with only 640 RB.

Most importantly, since then, I've had a good meal for the price, and I'm making it taste even better than that...

"I mean..."

I'll lay down Gouzouya's name and let him hear the old story.

Imelda doesn't know anything about our old days.

Well, there's nothing important like what you have to know.

It's a date in the corner, so I thought I'd have a good talk.

But the look on Imelda's face doesn't clear. On the contrary, it gets more and more cloudy.

My expression is disappearing from my face, as if I had been motion sickness.

"Duh, what's up? Are you drunk?

"Mr. Yashiro. Can I ask you something?

"Huh? Ah, uh... it's a thing to do"

Serious air drifts from Imelda.

Oh, my God, already. He always looks serious today.

"There are rivals in the wasp that I would never want to lose. Who do you think it is?

"Who..."

He's the only one who's going to have a rival certification.

"Estella, right?

"No."

Instant Answer!?

"You don't deserve a wasp rival, such as a lord's agent who can only make decisions like that."

Oh well... I can make a choice, was that a deal?

"So, if it's not Estella, who the hell is it?

It's Mr. Womalo.

.................................... Huh!?

"... you... are you kidding me about Magda?

"No! I'm not interested in such a terrible child."

Tsukung, Pei, So-tung.

I don't know, this sound appropriate to point to some categories...

"Why are you a womanizer? You and Womalo would be in a completely different position, wouldn't you?

"No, Mr. Womalo is standing far ahead of the wasp path."

Oomaro?

"He... Queen of Boyne, lady. You're after the seat of the department..."

"Wax, that's not the way to go!?

After kicking me in the eye for tea, I fix my messy hair with my hands.

I guess this guy is a real lady around looking like that.

So maybe the way this guy should go is after all he's a lady's road.

"Mr. Yashiro.... I hear you say no beforehand that you never blame... Remember? The day the wasps first met, the words Mr. Yashiro said to the wasps."

My first meeting with Imelda was when I went to see Javier in order to attract a branch of the Wooddust Guild to District 42... That's when I said to Imelda...

"'Heck, hey, you got good tits, huh?" "

"I don't remember being told!?

"'Heck, I got pinched - I'm in!

"They didn't tell me. What!?

"Uh-huh, then... 'Heh heh...'"

"As of" heck, "not anymore. Wow!

Well, to be honest, I remember.

But... because I said something pretty tight... I hope it doesn't steam back...

"This is what Yashiro said...... 'The most beautiful Imelda lady in the world! Show me that beautiful face again, you fool!

"No, I said it! That's not it now, is it?

"'Ma'am, you're every day... what's it like to be in the bathroom?

"I did say that, too! When I think about it again, I think it was a pretty shitty statement! Still not!? It's a little different, isn't it? You know what I mean!?

This guy... what kind of nerves do you have that you're gonna get bogged down in this situation?

"Excuse me. I was hesitant to say what Mr. Yashiro told me to say......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Then don't bother to say it... Imelda said the word when she tried to say so.

"'Beauty alone is the mascot of the handle when it comes to greeting and dropping you off'"

That's right.

They interrupted my negotiations with Javier, and even scattered Estella with the 42nd arrondissement, a bit out of butch. I let it go, 'The Word Imelda Would Least Want To Be Said'.

When they say that, it's just the words I let go convinced it would be the most damaging, too spicy to follow.

I knew you remembered...

"Honestly... I stabbed you in the chest"

"... right"

"I'm sorry," I think it's strange to apologize here.

I'm responsible for what I say, and that was when I had to say this much. At least, that's what I decided.

"Honestly... it was hard."

... wow they blame me!

What do I do, apologize for now?

No, no. That would be cool if it broke there. Words emanating from my mouth are my responsibility. If you don't think that's a mistake, you just have to keep your chest up no matter what anyone tells you.

"I cried for three days and three nights."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I apologize!

Shall we do it in the dungeon?!?

So please don't stare at me like that!

"... but even if they said so, you didn't have a choice, did you?"

"That enlightenment, you wanted it about two turns faster..."

My heart is standing there admiring you...

"Mr. Yashiro. Will you listen to me? Dream of a wasp."

"A dream?"

"Yes. Don't laugh, I want you to listen to me properly. Just Mr. Yashiro, I really don't know."

Serious eyes stare straight at me.

With the hard work of the hamsters, the road to the forty-first district is fairly nicely maintained.

Thanks to this, the carriage does not shake at all, and all I hear in the car is the sound of wheels that sound regular with the gutter.

I have to ask you this seriously.

I've never seen Imelda look like this before.

I thought you were kidding me when Womalo said what a rival was... this face is the face of someone who made some kind of determination.

"The wax..."

Imelda declares it in front of me.

"You will complete the branch of the Wood Guild and become a fine branch manager!

It seemed like a natural dream… it was a little unexpected to me.

She's the daughter of a wooden guild, so if you don't have to stick to the branch, and stick with a good man who's at headquarters and a candidate for trace, this guy's life is safe, he can play and live a little bit past it, like he's ever had.

But this guy says that as a single woody guild person, he will be engaged in the job.

When I'm also a branch manager, I don't work in play or drunkenness.

A shallow dream emanated from the thought of a worldless lady...... very unlikely, Imelda speaks in the eyes of seriousness itself.

"It's still unfinished now, but once it's done, that branch will be an important hub over HQ as well. The wasp wants to protect and develop its stronghold with this arm, with brains, with beauty."

At the point where beauty is in it, it doesn't mean abandoning being a woman.

That's why, as the lady of the wooden guild, I want to be at the top of that branch.

"There will be different kinds of claws. You may be defamed without heart. But the wasps want to make that branch the best in the city... no, the most woody hub in the world."

It's a far dream. It also looks reckless at first glance.

But this guy made up his mind to move one step closer to the tunnel toward that dream.

But why?

Such doubts were revealed by Imelda, who had a lonely eye.

"I was jealous. No, I'm still, always envious..."

"Envious?"

Phew...... exhale all the time and Imelda changes her tone a little.

"Being headed to District 41 at this hour means Mr. Yashiro is probably going to see Mr. Umaro, right?

"Hmm? Oh, you get it."

Other than him, Mr. Yashiro's associates will return to District 42 at night.

"I see. That's a brilliant deduction."

If we were to go see Ricardo, it would be much earlier.

If we're going all the way to District 41 at this hour, they're only going to be around Womalo.

"What are you talking about?

"No, I was hoping you'd join me at the big food tournament. He's probably the most powerful person you can use."

How far Magda Power works is unknown.

"... I envy you"

"... what?

"Mr. Oumaro, the wasp... I'm sincerely jealous"

I can't see the story.

What are you talking about?

"You wanted to go to a big food tournament? Then the contest frame is still open..."

"No, I'm not."

Imelda closes her lid and says it in a tone that blocks my words.

When the lid is closed, the appearance of twinkling becomes stronger.

And when my eyelids opened again, my big, impressive, powerful eyes were staring at me.

"It's you, Mr. Yashiro."

"... me?

I look amazed in Imelda's big eyes.

"If you ask, Mr. Yashiro invites the wasps into the same field. You will have the right to stand together and stand in line...... but he...... Mr. Umaro is not"

Goodness, hold my fist.

Imelda's thin, white, delicate fingers, like those found only to pick flowers, are gripped tightly.

My thumbnails were red and congested.

"He... is always caught up in Mr. Yashiro. Always...... Yashiro is calling me. Wumaro is counting on Yashiro."

"That's you. I'm just trying to make it look good..."

"Oh, I envy you!

Imelda leaning back and stuffing on me.

The carriage rocks heavily because of the sudden movement.

Even reaching out to support Imelda, who was on the verge of losing his balance, his hand was stopped by Imelda. "I don't need it," he said.

"Previously, wasps have been boring people who just make demands and enjoy what they can give.... That's just like a mascot that's just beautiful..."

Shit, Imelda drops her hips.

Sit deeply in your seat and take a long, thin sigh with your spine extended.

"The wasp will serve as a fine branch manager of the Wooddust Guild and make you a worthy person. Until now, it's a future I've never even thought about… I'd really like to try."

We talked, and I got a little carried away... with such a neat look, Imelda smiles at me.

"The wasp, Mr. Yashiro... will be the one you depend on. As a work partner, as a woman, always. Even if it took years."

"... why me or something"

"It's decided."

Imelda stretches her chest and says with the best smile here.

"Because you are the only one this wasp has ever recognized."

Clear, refreshing...

No cloudiness, that's what I'm saying.

Don't even realize it's not worth it to me.

"That's why you went to win the next tournament in a madness of death. If the city gates are not installed, the wasp dreams...... no, ambitions cannot be accomplished!

Behind my eyes, there is a strong unwavering will.

He who can see like this, he doesn't.

This is the eye of a man who can penetrate his beliefs and grasp his dreams.

It's his eyes that make wishes come true and change everything around him.

"Thank you for listening. Mr. Yashiro. I'm so glad you asked."

"... ah. Right."

That's the only word that came up.

This is worse than a confession of love, isn't it?

... can you carry this on me... the thoughts I put into my life...

Conn and the window on your side of the podium are knocked from the outside.

"Oh, I see you've arrived."

When Imelda opened the window, it was a boulevard in District 41.

"So long, Mr. Yashiro. Please say hello to that blessed fox man. And then," You can't beat me. "

"Suddenly, you don't know what to say, it"

"If you can't understand, that means you have a lot of comprehension."

"You're a mess."

When I got out of the carriage, Imelda looked out the window and left these words at the end.

"Ever since I met you, wax, it's been so much fun. I'll make you feel that way, too, so please wait a little longer. Have a good evening."

The carriage drifts away.

".................. ha"

Out of my mouth was such a heavy sigh.

Heavy...

Expectations are high, you guys... overrated.

I'm just a con artist, and when it comes to stunts, it makes sense...

"He's not that big of a guy, I'm him..."

You must be fooled.

........................ damn!

I'm going to go to the dorm where Womalo's staying, and it's getting a lot of trouble explaining everything!

Isn't he good for an ex post report?!?

I'm not jealous! I'm sure it's a good thing, it is!

"Ahhh, already! Go home and have a pot with Magda - snap!

"I want you to come with me, sss!

Aim or coincidence, Womalo caught it at a great time.

Womalo Fishing boasts an amazing feeding rate.

You're a more beginner-friendly prey than Helabna.

"It's a coincidence to see you here, Oomaro"

"Oyla, I'm done with my job now, and I'm about to go home, sss. If it happened to be on the street, I could hear Mr. Yashiro, sss."

As simple as this, I want things to move on.

This guy is always over-complicated. Live simpler!

... which contradicts what I've been saying...

"Bye, Mr. Yashiro. There's a carriage out from the other side. From the ss, let's go home together, ss!

As a reminder, Oomaro tries to gouge my arm and take me to the carriage yard.

Do you want to see Magda so badly?

"Oh, yeah, Umaro. I need to tell you something."

"What the fuck?

"You can't beat me."

"... what's ssss?

"Is your comprehension to that extent!?

"It's like I don't get it, suss!?

Well, this guy must be to this extent at best. Yeah, yeah. You're to that extent.

It's easy to handle.

You don't have to be tired with me, you are.

"Oh, here comes the carriage at the right time, suss! Come on, I'm going back to the 42nd arrondissement, sss!

Oomaro rides into the carriage with exasperation.

I'm sure he didn't even think about tomorrow morning.

Still, I guess I'll do my job perfectly...

What do you care? Appreciated everywhere.

A little more, I might have to change the way we hang out...

"Oh, yeah, yeah. You're one of the big food contenders. Say hello."

"Ha!? I didn't hear that, did I?

"I just told you."

"Ooh! Mr. Yashiro always does. From what?... Well, nothing good."

Give me one of those light replies and I'll just get in the carriage.

"Hot Pot - Hot Pot - Magda Hot Pot" and so on, while mumbling an unintelligible nose song, consciousness is totally sunny pavilion.

Yeah.

I knew this guy had to be like this.

Oh, calm down. Wow, this feeling.