Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Today, the Yangmada Pavilion branch is temporarily closed.

"At home, at a party!

"" "Drink! Sing!

"Oh, don't run in the store! Excuse me, Mr. Store Manager. I'm sure I'll scold you."

"No. It's lively and fun."

"... my brothers, sisters, help me cook"

"" "" "Yes!

Call the hamsters, it's a curry unveiling.

I'll have to feed the church kids when I get the spices in earnest.

... Oh, my God, well, it's pre-construction.

If it's this busy, Ginette won't even miss you.

Estella says she cares too much, but if she looks like that, she cares.

"Are you going out?

"Ah, a little to District 41."

"Which is more important, work or me?

"... where do you remember that, you know"

Wouldn't it be better to revisit the educational environment of the hamsters...

"Mr. Yashiro. Go with care."

"Ooh."

There are a lot of things I want to do this time, along with the hostile inspection.

Well, none of it's official, so I'm gonna go alone and come clean it up.

And then, well... I'm kind of in the mood to be alone.

"Oh dear! If you're going to the Forty-first Ward, let's do our best!

"Take a look!

"You should see -!

"Miroya Hagai!

"Oh, dear, at the end of the day!

"Whose end is' Hair Won't Leave Gradually '"

I stroke Hammoru's head tightly and forcefully after making disrespectful remarks.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ham Moru, with his head hairy and everything, turns his eyes gently and walks fluttered.

Don't think I'll ever spoil you.

"So, what's your power?

"" "The statue of the Spirit God -!

"You made a statue or something?

"... installed in Central Square. Symbols of the Games Now"

"I have a pretty good reputation over there for having Spirit God watch over me"

Magda and Loretta, who have been going to District 41 since day to day, annotate me.

Heh, does that happen? Then I guess I'll see you at last.

"Well, it's time to go."

"Mr. Yashiro."

Trying to leave the dining room, Ginette rushes closer, as usual.

"Take care."

"Oh, you can eat rice if you want, Ricardo."

"Have you and your neighbor lord gotten along yet? Awesome."

No. We're not close at all.

But if I didn't tell you, you wouldn't be waiting till midnight for dinner, would you?

I'm gonna move around a little today. As for me, I want you to be normal.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Yes. Take care"

Say hello again, and I'll leave the Yangdu Pavilion.

I'd like to go check on the venue first, meet Ricardo if I can, and then also meet Medora, who's going to exorcise the Swarm of the Warcraft.

Finally, Magda and Loretta used to say, "The Man Who Eats Great," and I want information about him.

I thought of the achievements as my top priority and excited to go by carriage today, but... that was bad.

"Oh, hostile inspection? You're reliable, Yashiro!

"You've finally made a full move. I'm counting on you, General!

"Stupid. Mr. Yashiro's on the move, which means he's already won."

"So it's time to get ready for the celebration?

"Exactly that would be quick!?

Gahahahaha and get busy in the carriage.

During the period leading up to the Games, the boarding carriages operated with the money of the lords of the districts were still ridden today by many people heading to the forty-first district.

... and he always looked at me with a sparkling eye.

As I appropriately distorted the conversation, I continued to put a distracted grin on my face for dozens of minutes to the forty-first district.

My cheek muscles cramped lightly... Damn.

This is how you're not expected... after all, you're uncomfortable.

Yes, this isn't like me.

I'm more like this... I'm just the right guy to be far from good sense or something... cursed, scolded, repelled, and hated like a snake scorpion.

You're the worst con man I've ever suffered from.

Now I'm just about to meet a nice guy...

It's strange to be praised.

It can't be expected.

I'm not who you guys think I am.

I can't believe he's a good guy. It's an illusion, you guys are all fooled.

Screw you.

You cheat on people, you scold me!

... Somebody... curse me. Things are going crazy, you don't have a choice.

The folks in the 42nd Ward are so popular that they don't know that they doubt people.

Anyway, if you're critical of everything about me, put on a thing to do ichamon, and you're even a rotten, disgusting guy with sexual roots like you don't even have ears to listen to your opinions and stuff like that, would you blame and curse me... but I can't believe he's such a rotten, twisted guy with sexual roots...... I only know one guy.

"So Ricardo. Scold me."

"Go home!"

Of all the people I know, he doesn't like smashing. Ricardo Siegenthaler, lord of District 41.

I didn't get an appointment, so the gatekeeper threw me away, but I thought, "Can I sneak in if I work a little hard?" I tried a little hard, and I sneaked in really hard.

Right now, I'm in the office at Ricardo's mansion.

"How the hell did you get in here? He's like a kobae."

"Hey, hey! Who's the Cobae? I'm gonna be pissed off, dude."

"You're not a nigga! Disgusting!"

"Kid, it's disgusting... when that happens, it's more damaging to throw up 'creeps' short!? If the despised eyes of a beautiful girl go together, it will be even more powerful...!

"Don't talk hot! Are you a pervert or Temehe?!?

"Who's your kind!?

"I'm not a pervert!

"- and I don't know why..."

"Temee, really, what are you doing here?!?

Ricardo yells and kicks his thick clerical desk in a raunchy brown.

GOT...... and turns up the heavy noise and the attendant moves slightly.

"Short temper. It's not good for you to be upset, right?

"Whose fault is it!?

"My parents' genes..."

"It's Temehe! 'Cause Temè's gonna flinch right in front of me!

"Who says you're letting him hang out in front of you!?

"I didn't say it! What's wrong with your ears?

If you wave your fist down on the concierge, you can hit it.

You, if the will exists on that desk, you'll be sued for sure.

"I'll ask you nothing about breaking and entering. If you don't need me, go home!

Ricardo treats his temples well and generously, even as he puts blue muscles up his temples.

Heh... don't ask...

"I thought it was you? You're the one who's been missing someone to play with lately?

"I'm gonna call the vigilante, okay?

"Oh, my God, I'm worried about you."

"Don't worry about Temehe!

You gave up your job, Ricardo leaves his body behind the back of the chair and turns straight back.

"Watching Temehe is going crazy!

"Wow... it's a flag... it's a flag that suddenly deletes after this..."

"Who was!?

Ricardo rides himself out of his chair and strips his fangs here.

But when I sat back in the chair with my face straight up, he turned his back on me again.

"What the hell is Temehe? I thought you were kidding, and you stared right at the core. I don't think so. It's impossible to think in common sense. It's stupid behavior."

"... Hmm. Don't feel complimented."

"... chip!

Well, it must have been a picture star. The cheery tongue pounding returned.

An exemplary tongue punch that is likely to be included as an example if there is a material such as "Tongue punch of a good boy in fourth grade".

"For the most part, you're trespassing in the Lords' Hall!? Besides, it's time to flaunt the war!

"Big food tournament is war... puppy"

"Though I know what Temehe said! This guy's a war!

"You're a man who sticks to the past."

"Though I guess Temehe is just too appropriate!

This guy doesn't seem serious and angry.

It's a gag. Come on.

"Lord! What the hell... Slightly!? You're from the 42nd Ward!? How did you sneak in!? Gather your men! Intruder!

The impolite, rude shit that led us here before is giving us the impetus to not hate poking around.

Dobbles and countless footsteps echo from all over the mansion.

"Fine! Don't worry!

But it doesn't have to be a big deal from there...

Ricardo rises and puts a sharp gaze on the "of fucking jizz.

"Leave him alone. My guest."

"But, Lord..."

"Don't make me say it again!

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

Jiji drips his head and replies briefly.

Hearing it, the soldiers who were gathering went away from the scene.

All of them, sending a resentful gaze at me.

"Scary."

"A trained soldier is something like that."

Ricardo returned those words to me, which he leaked while dropping off the soldiers.

Oh, no, no. I don't think so.

"You're the one who's scared."

That attitude that pushes any irrationality through in just one word.

In the present case, the fucking opinion is absolutely more correct.

Anyway, all the soldiers pulled themselves away just by smelling "Don't go against me".

"This precinct, if you do, don't let everyone do it."

"Do you think I'm gonna do that?"

"You're so confident."

"We're a hunting people."

Proudly, Ricardo says.

"I'm not in the guild, but my dad and I, if we're hunting arms, are on a level where we don't even take a pull on the hunting guild guys. Well, I guess it won't even reach my feet with you and this Usse."

Ricardo who speaks Australian when he goes beyond Usse, who is entrusted with the branch of District 42.

Sure, it feels like the way you muscle is far from the average person... isn't that a little too much?

"The hunting people are attracted to leaders they can absolutely count on. So the lord of District 41 has to be a stronger man than anyone, with a head cut off, and instant execution."

"So it's Medora."

"Silly Yarrow! Will a woman have a lord!

Wow... Estella, it's all denied...

And if I were to say it in Japan, there would have been complaints from various organizations.

Good for you, you're a different world.

"Anyway, I'll take the lead and show you the way, so the people can move forward without hesitation. I don't know what a lord is."

If you're not in the wrong place to start.

"I'll beat Temehe, Obayashiro."

Ricardo stares straight at me.

Clearly hostile. But straight from the front, squarely grand, that never made me uncomfortable.

"I fight to win. Whatever Themé's up to and whatever he's up to, I'm gonna screw it over with force. You've got to be ready."

It's a declaration of war until it's clear.

I'm starting to wonder if this guy is actually a very serious guy.

"You should win, Estella, not me. The representative of District 42 is Estella."

"Well, Estella's not my opponent."

Laugh with your nose and stick your finger at me with a bish.

"The only thing I deal with is a really strong guy.... It's Temehe, Oobayashiro"

I'm sure that means you appreciate me...

If that's the case, you should fight Estella.

Because it's not a strong handkerchief that's really a threat, it's a player who can freely manipulate that strong handkerchief.

The courage not to be timid of the difficulties faced may be the flavor of this guy, but that is also his shortcoming.

It's not like the brave warriors can be good lords so that the best players aren't going to be good coaches.

Instead, that kind of guy is better suited for that position, where you can see things from the point of view of not throwing yourself into battle and pulling a step back.

At least a man named Oobayashiro, whom Ricardo admitted was a threat, would not have been able to get help unless he was a lord named Estella.

It was Estella you didn't even put on your teeth that pulled out the man you said you should be on guard yourself, huh? I can't seem to notice it there... it's gonna shrink my legs.

Don't argue in front of them from now on. Always be calm and don't let anything trivial disturb you.

If you don't have a normal heart, you'll get a chill from it.

"Besides, if you stick with Estella, you'll end up a lord."

"Huh!?

Normal hearts broke apart even brittle.

"Poop, Poop!? What are you talking about? Why am I with Estella?

"What the hell. Aren't you helping me because I'm in love?

"Ya, it's simple, you are! Is your heart pure? I wonder if it's purely an undercare!?

"Hey... calm down"

"Ooh, ooh, it's on. Come on! Estella doesn't have enough milk to pound!

"Huh! You need to calm down!

Because! You did it!

Ricardo scratched up his hair with some frustration and exhaled briefly.

"What, you're not. I just think I look good.................................................... Ha!? Does that mean, no way, Temeye!?... After all, it's like MEDRA... okay?

"So don't look at me like you're looking at dirt. You're stuck!

I calmed down all at once.

I'm in a great mood for floating!

"I'm in this tournament for me. The reason you have to win is personal too. So it's my responsibility to get rid of anyone who stands up."

"Superior. I'll pay you back."

I can turn the eye of a hunter after his prey.

You look like you're having fun.

If you're distracted by me and you haven't seen Estella, we have a shot.

The game can be reversed if the Admiral is safe.

The general of the 42nd arrondissement is not me, it's Estella.

I'm just a guest.

"Well... I'm busy. Time to go home."

"Oh. I didn't even get any tea, but I wasn't expecting it, so I'll just leave you to complain."

"You're not complaining. Who will serve tea to Temehe?"

"I treat customers with gratitude, I think that kind of relaxation is necessary, I..."

"It is the fool's deed to treat him with gratitude until he lacks gratitude. Treating beggars and royalty in the same line is what great people do?

"No. That's just stupid."

"Then you drink tea at Temehe's house."

I almost had the illusion that maybe this is the best guy in the city to talk to.

Simply, I guess the blackness of the belly is just similar....... hehe.

"But, by the way, Ricardo,"

"What?

"You, what color are your nipples?

"Go home!

Chairs!?

He threw that fucking heavy chair at me! Unbelievable!?

Hit the door and say, "Gaggon! Isn't that what you sound like!?

I mean, I can throw that chair from the corner of the room to the entrance. Arm strength, plain scary!?

I can't even stay in the danger zone where these fierce people are hanging out for another second.

I just left Ricardo's house behind.

"Oh... here's what happened..."

I accidentally opened my mouth and watched the street.

The boulevard in the forty-first arrondissement was beautifully destroyed.

The roads are paved, the shops are organized, the exterior is brilliant and gorgeously changed.

The armorer, who was like a wilderness wanderer, completely lurks in the shadows, making the stylish gal a bright city that seems to work window shopping in a Lunlun mood.

In the middle of such a boulevard.

There was a strange object in the wide open central square that I didn't really understand.

The guy was a statue shaped like a bunashimeji that was smothered with tons of mentholetum inside his nostrils.

"... statue of the Spirit God, huh? You're in the same mushrooms, Spirit God."

And big.

It was a prestigious Bunasimeji with an overall length of over five meters.

Ham Moru, what a waste of effort.

"Hmm?"

I thought no one would appreciate such a huge stuffing bunashimeji...

There was a half-fish man kneeling in front of a giant Bunashimeji statue and seriously praying.

A half-fish man who rounds the giant small and closes his eyelids and offers prayers, which will be muscularly rounded and probably more than 190 cm.... Did you have eyelids for fish?

………………

A fish-faced big man who seriously prays without disturbing his mind in any way as a good number of people go along.... Probably a devout Bunasimezi follower.

Oh, you're a spiritual god, this statue. I almost forget watching it for about three seconds. See, you say humans have 80% of the information from sight? I don't care how you look at it, it's a bunch of shimeji.

"Hey, that"

"Ah......"

The passers-by A and B behind me are the ones who start the conversation.

He's praying again, Gustave.

Sometimes people just say, "I think you're the most religious person in the city."

Sounds like the name Gustave.

"Are you a celebrity, that big guy?

"Who, you?

"Passenger C."

"... where are A and B?

It's you guys.

I don't care about that, who is it, who is he?

"Gustave the hunting guild. It's definitely the best rice in the city for the tournament."

"He did?

"Oh. His routine is, oh, to do and pray to the Spirit God and... to devour food in the food court at work"

... Sounds like what the Magdas were saying was about that bastard.

"After all, I guess the hunting guild will be the focus, the representatives of this city"

"The center and everything, they're all chosen from the hunting guild."

"All of them?

"Ah."

"Heh, really?"

Ricardo said, like, a fight to win, but... all of them?

"Daimyo, you're praying to God the Spirit so he can win the tournament."

"Muscle mucky Osama's jerk, you're a believer."

"Bacca, you. It doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman. Everyone feels the same way about reverence for the Spirit God."

So this scene where Osama the Muscle Mukimuki is praying with a serious look on that hikiki Bunashimeji statue is not about to laugh - is that right?

"He doesn't say anything but hunting guild?

"Well... it's what the lord thinks"

Passenger B's words sounded half-throated.

"There's a hunting guild, and we have the inhabitants. That's how this city is made up."

"Yes, they do. We just have to shut up and wait for the results."

... give up... enlightenment... neither.

For these guys, that's common sense. It's become commonplace.

It's everyone else's fault for making it work and screwing it up.

After all, can't you overshadow that condensed view of life overnight?

So if Ricardo fails miserably............... what are you guys going to do?

You gonna start a riot?

Spoil it, embrace all the misfortunes?

Ricardo.

After all, shouldn't you be apprenticing Estella for just a little while?

Perhaps District 41 has been consolidating 'Operation to Win' into a gutsy bee in Ricardo and the Hunting Guild. Athletes, and maybe cooking, should have dropped by the hunting guild.

It may not be a bad choice if you look at it as a judgment in a position where you are focused on winning and you have to win...

That's a good bet.

I'm too risky to bet.

"So, that half-fish man, he eats that much?

It's subtle ~ ku, I'll try to put in an exploration.

Look, tell me at the behest of the passers-by.

"I'm not a half-fish man. The Pyranians."

"It's hard to understand!

"Don't tell me!

According to the passers-by's valve, "It's not a level to eat".

Which... Let's take a look at the arrangement.

Let's tail Gustave and show him where to eat.

Watch the enthusiastic prayers that continue today from a little further away.

Wow, that's a long time. Greed!... Speaking of which, prayer isn't like every favor, is it? I won't give you money.

... and it's a long time. There will be enough to be too devout.

Even as Gustave prayed, straw and man gathered together, and there he was seen praying to the statue of Bunashimeji.

Bunasimezism, that's awesome......... Oh, is it the Spirit God? You can go Bunasimezi now.

Net, for thirty minutes, Gustave kept praying.

I don't know... I thought you were an easier god, a spiritual god?

For me, every time I say "boobs," they make me repent, so I'm not thankful at all.

"Come on, I've had my prayers, and I think we should go for lunch!

"Buffoo!

The Pyranian Gustave opens his mouth.

but it almost blew out unexpectedly at the height of my voice.

He's tall, his voice!

That character in Chiba Prefecture's dream country, you are!?

Luckily, Gustave didn't seem to notice... but let's be careful, it makes me laugh when I get distracted. The gap is cowardly.

The time is past eleven o'clock...... do you eat dinner and then go to work?

Don't take a break at some weird time. Oh, I think that one. I wonder if you're even rotating to avoid the crowd at lunch.

With that in mind, I tailed Gustave in a mild way... and then I would regret it intensely.

Give me a change.

"Shh, excuse me! The ingredients..."

"Is this store too... I can't help it. Please refill by evening. I'll be back."

"Are you coming again?!?

"Yep. See you later."

He eats up the whole food coat and leaves the store looking cool.

... Honestly, I lost my appetite just watching. Taken away.

Doesn't he have the ability to collect the human appetite around him?

I'm a little convinced, but when he shows up at lunch, the whole city gets confused.

Even if we eat rice, we run out of ingredients.

So I guess I'm daring you to have lunch first.

Out of ingredients stores are forced to close, but customers can choose other stores if they are closed from the beginning. Confusion is minimized.

Is it a replacement condition that is releasing Gustave before dinner?

I don't mind eating whatever I want as a priority at a time when no one is around. Instead, I was wondering if you wouldn't url down the boulevard at lunch...

Anyway, a hell of a bucket of stuff annoyed me.

What the fuck?

Spirit, the higher your faith in God, the dumber your stomach gets. But does it take a curse?

This guy, like Bertina... eats more than that.

Anyway, I can't see the limits.

Even Bertina, experienced once in the past, stomach limits...... does Gustave have that?

"The safety precaution is to hit him with losing personnel... then I want room for one win..."

But in District 41...... no, in the hunting guild, there is another person who becomes a threat...... no, there is a bucket of stuff.

"... Medra. Can we hit Magda and contain it..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Gustave with a nice food coat.

And everything is non-standard MEDRA.

Can we fathom these two monsters...

"I can't help thinking about it. Just in time. … Let's go inspect Medora's appetite"

I want information.

Damn, I came here and started to freakishly rush.

Until yesterday, I was relaxed... and I might have been a little too lazy.

I rushed through the boulevard to the city gate in District 41.

The destination is not there, but the headquarters of a hunting guild standing right next to the city gate.

I wish I could get a good appointment......

On both sides of a huge gate that reminds me of some prison, one muscle-ridden big man stands, who seems to be nagging about this again in a prison that is impossible to break out of.

I'm even afraid of gatekeepers. You can't believe it's a hunting guild, a staunch job.

"Who?

"What can I do for you?

As we approach the gate, the gatekeeper quickly stuffs in.

Awesome compression...... Huh!

"No, hey, meet the guild leader..."

"No permission."

"Go home"

Awesome cold.

No, is that about right? Even Magda said she'd never seen him until she met him at the Yangtze Pavilion.

It seems like even Branch Manager Usse can see him once a year, and there's no way he's going to go down on an outsider without an appointment to give him permission to see him.

That must be the only person in an important post.

Especially now, just before the Swarm Crusade of the Warcraft.

Security is tighter and natural.

... I can't help it. Will you give up today?

"Well, I'm sorry, but can you just tell me that 'Oobayashiro was here to encourage the Swarm crusade'? Maybe you'll see..."

Before I finished saying, 'It's supposed to be,' the gatekeeper said, "No!" He stretched his spine and turned right with momentum that was likely to cause a gust of wind.

And then he shouted at the headquarters window so loud that the street announcement car seemed like Whisper Voice.

"Mommy! My mom said" Oobayashiro "came to see my mom!

"Like my mom said, before the Swarm crusade, you came here to invite my mom on a date!

What, hey!?

What's a date?

"Just like Mom said?

What the hell is going on!?

I didn't have time to say such questions, and the headquarters building began to vibrate around.

... Medora is running down the hallway... because it's going down, it's going down! Don't run in the hallway!

"Darrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

The monster appeared.

What are we gonna do?

Run

Run away

Run away

Give up

But I got turned around by the enemy!!

"It's too late, darling! Atashi, I've been waiting for you for so long. Hey!

I was restrained by two arms like Marutai and swung inexorably.

Don't... it'll shatter your spine... it'll sprinkle your spine!

"I knew you'd come worried when a weak athlete went on a dangerous hunt! That's the guy with the prospect of Atashi! I don't think you're being mean enough to burn me to the point!... but the pleasure is doubled for that matter! Come on! What are you talking about, embarrassing me!

I want you to shy away from killing too many people... and then it's time, seriously... to die...

"You guys!

"" Ha!

"Atashi is going on a lunch date with Darling! You've come to invite me around the corner, and if you say no, the woman will be abandoned! Wouldn't you!?

"" Ha! Abandoned! "

"Keep your headquarters safe while Atashi is away!

"" Ha! In lieu of life!

"If anyone does something crazy............ I won't stop, don't sprinkle it on him!

"" Ha! I'll shatter it!

"Well, I'm gonna love you a little bit, honey."

"" Ha! You're welcome to come!

... That, what's here? Haunted Mansion?

"Come on, darling. Are you hungry? I have a delicious restaurant. I wanted to go with Darling for once. Will you follow me?

"Oh... oh, go. I'm going... let me go..."

"Uh-oh, shh, shh, shh! Then hurry up and go!

"Hey!? Liberation...... Huh!

Don! - And when the air burst, my tympanic membrane gave up its job.

I don't hear anything, and I don't feel anything.

However, the scenery flowing too fast… "Ah, maybe I'm over the speed of sound," I could only think of it as blurry.

I knew I was too lazy...

Your ability to avert crises is' OFF ', this is... absolutely.