Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

The whole city was busy that morning.

"Where will we win?

"It's us, us! Forty blocks!

"Berkka! You've decided to stay in District 41!

"Oh, yeah! Have you had cake from the 42nd arrondissement? Cho, it's delicious!

"A food coat would be nice! I was wondering if you'd leave me alone forever."

"Come on, come on! Which District Will Win! It's from 100 RB a bite!

"It's 5,000 RB in District 41!

"Twenty thousand in the fortieth arrondissement!

"It's 500 RB in 42nd arrondissement!

"Mr. Mormatt. It's not a good idea to stick together."

"And subtly, Sequoi's is lethal."

... What are you doing, those guys?

Anyway. Thus, from the fortieth to the forty-second precincts, across the border of the precinct, this nearby area is a festival.

"That's amazing."

"Don't get carried away."

"... fine. Paula will take care of the manager."

"Yeah! Leave it to me! Because I will never let you get lost!

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Paula. I want you to keep your hands off the manager."

"Oh, um, you guys...... why am I being treated like a child the most?

'Cause you're not the first one out there.'

Walk slowly around Ginette, who would not be used to the crowd, as we surround ourselves.

A good number of humans had gathered in the Forty-first District, which was the venue for the Great Food Games.

All three categories of humans come together in one place. This is awesome.

Pushed by such a wave of people, he strives hard to get away from his destination.

"It's amazing... I've never seen so many people in my life"

"... Probably, everyone does"

"We have a lot of siblings, but we haven't been this far."

Of course. If you had so many brothers, they'd be your parents.

... By the way, they're still planning to increase.

"I haven't seen you in a long time..."

Hatsumomo, Gion Festival, Comic-Con, there are many events in Japan where humans gather in one place.

I wonder if this is what Edo-era Izumo Taisha and Ise Jingu looked like...

"Oh dear!

"Popcorn, sell silly!

At the corner of the main street, shops 2 and 7 of the Yangmada Pavilion run alongside each other.

There is no problem since it is a sale with permission. Lined up is trouble-free. If you spread it out, you'll have more responsibility on your own. I'm telling everyone to work together and get over it if anything happens.

Naturally, they also tell us to come and get us if we have a problem we can't help ourselves.

"I've finally arrived at number two and seven."

"... venue in a few moments"

"It's hard to get around, too."

Looks like my sisters have been standing by here since last night.

We both left District 42 before dawn, but as soon as we entered District 41, we got stuck in traffic.

It's a big traffic jam.

"Now, if it wasn't for the athletes to head out after this... I might have gone home"

"Sounds like a lot harder for the general public."

As athletes, Ginette and Paula enter a dedicated space as cooking numbers. So as long as we get into the venue, it will be a little easier to get around.

"Speaking of which, what happened to Mr. Estella?

"... behave differently in the morning"

"You look rich, don't you have some cheating, sitting in a good seat? Mmm, it's cheating!

No... I'm going first because I'm a lord.

Well, keep your mouth shut.

Upon entering the venue, he was guided to the corridor of the persons concerned by the vigilante of District 41.

... Ha, now I take a breather.

"That was awesome, the crowd."

"... cowwalk"

"You were in a good mood."

"Huh? Er, erm!

Loretta is tempered by Magda and Ginette's metaphor for Pomp. No, that's okay, you don't have to force me to say good things.

"Shh... my dying grandpa!

"Here!

Is that what came out thinking about it?!?

Improper speech shall be punishable by imprisonment.

"Uh-oh... sorry..."

"No, you can't. Words need to be properly thought out before they emit."

Ginette's right.

"... dying, I can't even walk"

"That's what I say. It's not this way!

I'm not following you, Magda!

"Hey! Yashiro!

"It's late, you guys!

Neferry and Delia stood in front of the officials' entrance.

Oh, there's Bertina in the back.

"That's fast, you guys"

"It's a front ride!

Why would Delia say such an industry term?

Well, I guess it's a play of "Forced Translation Magic".

"Bertina was fast."

"Yes, I didn't want to expose the kids to the crowd, so I came before the sun rose"

"What about the kids?

"The dorm mothers are watching"

"Oh well."

Thanks to the hard work of the Umaros, the venue is able to accommodate an incredible number of spectators.

Still, we can't let everyone in, so we'll have a replacement every game.

The system of uniform admission tickets could not be adopted because of the income differentials between the 40th and 41st and 42nd districts.

That's why we split the seats into three blocks and managed each block in its own district.

The price of tickets is at the discretion of the districts.

The proceeds of the ticket go straight to the lord.

That's why District 42 had an admission fee of RB 50.

I know you could have come, but Estella explained to the people and distributed the tickets so that everyone could see them.

"If you can take profits elsewhere, that's fine."

You said something like that.

You're sweet.

Apparently, District 40 sold some of its seats for a high price as premium tickets seen throughout all matches. Nobles and rich people jumped on that ticket, naturally.

Other than that, it's a per-game replacement system, and it's affordable?

That way, keeping an obvious disparity may also be considered fair in some ways.

Treating people of high stature and civilians together without discrimination… can seem to be an equal and actually quite distorted idea.

Can it be said that the hard-working, money-making guy and the playful, do-poor guy are treated equally by fulfillment...

Well, you'll think differently. It's going to be different, so it's going to be all kinds of 'fairness'. Like it's hard to share values in a democracy and a socialist country.

but the forty-second district of Zhongliang Shikoya treats everyone the same way.

Nobility, civilians and slaves together. The idea is that it's the same 'human'.

Most of all, the aristocracy in the 42nd arrondissement is about Estella... well, these days it includes Imelda... that's about it.

Speaking of these guys, I'd rather be on a lonely level when I'm isolated from the rest of them. It would feel like special treatment or something.

"Wow! That's huge!

Arrive at the waiting space reserved for the 42nd arrondissement. and was slightly overwhelmed by the sight from it.

Central stage surrounded by the audience, waiting space reserved beside it for interested parties.

When I look at the audience from there, I feel terribly intimidated. It's the thought of my stomach shrinking cuddly when I think this is all humans see me. Is this how it feels to be an actor or a sportsman on stage?

"Wow, I... I don't appear... but I'm kind of nervous"

"It's okay... so am I."

Both Ginette and I are experiencing an indescribable sense of tension despite the fact that it is an easy-going position for us. I'm glad I'm not an athlete...... seriously glad.

"Because of this, you see a good game! Hehe, glad to be a hit player!

"… Agreed. Principal seats"

"From here, it's easy to cheer."

The athletes were unexpectedly calm. Delia, Magda, Bertina... don't they get nervous or something? Guess I won't...

"I don't know what a waiting space is, so I thought it would be more like this... packed in a small room and not fun at all."

"It's also quite interesting to see people waiting. It's a big tournament like this."

When there was movement in the faction, he said, "Oh, you're doing something?" and I'm curious, and that's something I can enjoy. It's going to be quite a long walk. Only provide the audience with a number of things to see.

Waiting space is a kind of entertainment, so to speak.

... is that a little too much?

Even when it comes to waiting spaces, there are just a few simple chairs and desks, which is basically a space of nothing.

Many will stand or sit on the ground. For once, athletes have chairs available. Well, if only he wanted to sit down.

It is available in a considerable size of 5 meters vertically and 4 meters horizontally. Anyway, here's the contestant and the cooking number, and then officials like me will be waiting. We need the right size.

The dishes are made in a special kitchen that can also be seen from the audience, but since it is up to when and which districts will cook just before the game begins, the cooking numbers in each district are set to wait in each space.

An hour-long interval is sandwiched between each match in order to change seats and prepare dishes for the next match. Zackli, but it's a calculation to digest a game in two hours, including the prep period.

"Oh, Mr. Yashiro, gentlemen. Good afternoon."

"You're usually over here, Imelda..."

Imelda was in the waiting space in the 42nd arrondissement.

I'm about to start a game against the districts, but I also wonder if I can be in the 42nd district of my current address, not my parents' 40th district...

"Aren't the fox people here too"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Oomaro makes objections nervously about the bees.

Although this guy's nervousness is due to the hectic spirit of not being able to talk to women, not the pre-tournament sole.

Be more prestigious. Imelda recognizes you as a rival, and she values you pretty much, doesn't she? Well, he'll never speak for himself.

"Hey, Yashiro!

Talking to Imelda, she suddenly pulled her collar neck from behind and her trachea crushed.

... and I thought I was going to die.

"What the fuck!?

"That's our line!

Looking back, the angry-headed, sensation-laden norm stood with his hands on his hips.

Pom pom, super prominent.

"Ooh! Don't look good!"

"I have to look good! What is this outfit!?

Where does the usual slightly carefree adult colored incense go, and this morning Norma is tuned in.

The outfit is colorful...

"That outfit..., he's a cheerleader!

Grab a fist and theorize.

And he was slapped in the face with a pom pom.

"Do you want me to spend the day dressed like this?!?

Oh, there. I'm curious.

Sure, it's usually a long skirt with slits, so your feet aren't so exposed. Right or right. Is Norma ashamed of her feet?

I personally feel compelled to say goodjob to Ukrainian, who created the cheerleading clothes with a special emphasis on the chest.

This time, the aspirations of District 42, including Norma, have been asked to "support groups".

We were told that we would be able to see all the games in good seats, and they all agreed in two replies. At that time, I said, "It's a support group, so dress me like a support group," but they don't like Norma very much.

Even though it's messy cute cheer clothes. It's a super mini skirt, the chest is gutsy in the valley, and the 'pom pom' in both hands is relentlessly uncomfortable in different worlds and it feels so unbalanced.

"Very nice, Mr. Norma"

Ginette praises Norma's outfit with her sparkling eyes.

"Oh, yeah... hey?

"Oh, it suits you well. And if we're backed up, we'll all be motivated."

"This is about as delightful as Yashiro."

Praising Norma in the form of following Ginette, Norma slapped a little hatred. But it didn't even seem like it was full.

"Mr. Norma, it's a color explosion!

"... ripe fruit"

"I feel bad for you!

The praise of Loretta and Magda seemed unacceptable.

"Yashiro, look, look! Pretty?"

"I'm the cook number!?

Like Norma, Neferry and Paula, dressed in cheer clothes, rush over here.

... and you guys would have just walked in with us... you work early ukriness.

Well, it's only normal that the valley of the chest is accentuated. These are regular cheer clothes.

Ukrinez... you know what I mean!

At first glance, there is a wooden collision behind the waiting space in the 42nd arrondissement, and it looks like a dressing room over there. Wouldn't you be able to peek out of the audience... then I'll be in the general seats too...

"Unfortunately, the specifications are not peekable."

Hokuhoku-faced ukriness is coming.

This guy looks like he's been finding comfort in putting new clothes on girls lately. The gender is definitely female, but I'm sure the mind is Osama. Must be.

"Ah... Mr. Neferry, he's adorable..."

Wow... the perverts are confused and crowded.

"What are you doing, Percy? You're a total outsider, aren't you?

"You followed me!?

Am I?

No, but nevertheless. Neferry, you betrayed the 40th arrondissement to come to the 42nd arrondissement?

"That's a rebellion."

"That's not a horrible way to put it! Of course it's important about my city, but ah... love, it's more important, isn't it?

If you can light it, don't talk, it's disgusting. He wants to be the one to ask.

"Good morning, Master Yashiro"

In a waiting space that was getting busier, Natalia called out to me.

but this guy is not here to watch the game.

"I'm here to pick you up"

"Ooh."

Natalia picked me up.

to the lobby of the Lords, which was even more closely monitored and controlled than here.

"Well, me, don't go for a second"

"Yes. The opening ceremony, Mr. Yashiro is on the stage, right?

"Well... don't"

For some reason, I'm supposed to be on the stage with my lord.... Well, I can't help it because I have one job... but this is also for sales. For my benefit...... break it off, Oobayashiro.

... Oh, it's a pain in the ass.

"Well, you're here for me."

Smile, Ginette makes me laugh.

... don't look like that. Hey, you think I should try my best or something.

"Backup... I'm not doing anything, am I?

"Yes. But I'm here for you. I've been watching."

Maybe this guy is saying that to me because he feels my depression.

"Well, I'll be there"

"Yes, stay."

Ginette drops me off, and I start moving again.

Leaving the official waiting space in front of the crowd, he goes across from the audience and into a building built on the back of the unit where the big food tournament takes place.

This is a lord's waiting building, where each lord is assigned one room at a time.

The private room allows you to watch the game in a good position, which is exactly why the VIP room.

Step inside a building like that.

Exactly, there are few people near the lord's holding room. Because it is strictly controlled and certain non-human entries are forbidden.

I don't know why I'm in a place like that... you're a fraud, me?

"Since when has Estella been over here?

"Yesterday. We are now ready to meet with the two other District Lords."

"Whoa. Is that where I'm supposed to go?

"Yep. Mr. Javier and Miz Rossel are with you."

"... are there medoras too"

I don't know what to do, let's go home...

"We're here."

Chip!

I realized I couldn't get away with it, and I decided on my stomach.

Well, there won't be anything like how much MEDRA suddenly hugs you in front of your lord.

Natalia knocks and slowly opens the door.

"Da ~ Li ~ n!

You suddenly hugged me!?

You can even get away with being screwed over with great force!

"Temehe... as always... you like him"

"So don't look at me like you're looking at dirt. You're stuck, Ricardo! You and this creature, right? Connect properly. Get out of the way!

"Do collars and chains work on this guy?"

"You, still the owner!?

I manage to rip off Medora and take her life... even before the tournament, she took away her strength at once...

"Yashiro. What are you doing?"

"No, no, it's a busy day, Mr. Oba."

Estella and DeMily called out to me when I was in a disaster... but...

Estella, tits, Dawn!

Demily, hair, fuzz!

"Dauto!

"Whose breasts are dauts?"

"I wonder how much, how much, deny the possibility of ground hair from the start!?

No, at a time when I know exactly what I'm pointing out, I don't know what I'm talking about.

This tournament is to be jointly declared open by the Lords of the Three Districts at the opening ceremony in order to show that the Three Districts are to be held with their fair and peaceful consent.

So you're gonna stand in front of a bunch of people... these guys, you're looking good.

Estella fills her breasts with grandeur, and DeMillie wears a covering.

"So Ricardo is deluded even at height?

"You're deluding me!

It's the only one, Ricardo. It's not even stunning.

That, on the contrary, is suspicious...

"Anyway, we don't have time for this anymore, so let's just get started with the opening ceremony!

"Uhm! I like that! Then you will come to the opening ceremony with the status quo maintained, no matter what you say around you, because you can't change anything from now on... or specifically change your costume!

Two false lords are making such excuses, while trying to get to the opening ceremony.

... Well, I'm not stopping you... I don't think Estella has to do that. Well, I'll let him do it if he wants to.

If you don't have a chest, you might find out who you are.

"Javier. You and this lord are supposed to be funny, but you don't have to say anything?

"Huh!? Mm, oh, oh! Yashiro! What?"

"Uh... what, you. Are you nervous?

Javier, the wooden general, was nervous about the gucci bee.

You don't like going out in public? If you were a guild leader, you'd have a chance to get out in public.

"Ha, ha. Stuart hasn't been good at this for a long time."

"Ugh, Ugh, Shut up, Ambrose!

"If you think too much, it's bad for the roots."

"I don't want you to tell me............ whoa!? What's wrong with that head!?

Apparently, I just noticed.

"What are you talking about, Stuart? Ground hair, ground hair."

All who were on the spot pointed to Demily simultaneously.

"" "" "of the Spirit…" "" "

"Wow! Just kidding! I'm sorry! Can't you decide that there wasn't!?

Unexpectedly, he held the weakness of the Lords of the Forty Districts. Yeah, yeah. Let me take advantage of something in the future.

"Well, gentlemen. It's time for the opening ceremony. Stop messing with crappy roots and get ready."

"The maid at Estella's throws up a rush of poison..."

While damaging DeMily, Natalia encourages her to get ready.

Finally, it's the opening ceremony.

"Well, it's time to go"

It won't be a tribute to the year, but it still seems like Demily to represent the Lords, and Demily is the first to take action, so the air can be created.

DeMily leaves the room first, Ricardo, Estella follows it.

Me, Javier, and Medora walk side by side next to each lord.

"Are you nervous?

On the road, Estella has asked me that.

"Nothing. I'm just standing there."

"Hehe... you really think that's all you need?

"What are you gonna make me do?"

"Even if I don't let you do something, you'll do something on your own. Isn't that always true?"

"Uuch."

When I dull, I lurk my voice and Estella laughs.

The dressed up Estella is still beautiful, and when she does this, she really just looks like a lady.

That's strange. Maybe makeup is some kind of scam.

Before it becomes beautiful, the surrounding atmosphere changes dramatically.

"Come on, finally."

"Ah."

Forward, you can see the exit to the venue.

"The tournament... begins"

To a kind of unusual exhilaration, the facial expressions somehow shape the grin.

Well, sure, I don't feel bad.

Tension went up, I guess I thought I'd stick it out a bit, I'm sure.

I was floating, not even in a pattern.

As the lords rose to the stage, applause broke out of the audience.

"That's a roll..."

"Exactly... hey, you're nervous"

We exchanged only one word with Estella and we went up to the stage.

Three lords line up in the center of the stage, and me, Javier, and Medora avoid going aside.

When DeMily raises one hand, the applause that was just cracking is quieter.

"Now we're going to hold a joint big food tournament for the 40th, 41st, 42nd and 3rd Wards!

DeMilly's voice is calm and easy to hear, not the wind of yelling or straining. Still, it resonated to every corner of the venue. Even without a loudspeaker, you can handle it.

"I hereby declare that in the Games we will fight with dignity without any backwork or dealings!

Ricardo and Estella raise their right hand to DeMily's words. It's a sign of consent.

"The winner of the tournament now will receive the greatest honors and rewards!

A reward is that a winning district can make one request to another.

No detailed explanation has been given to the audience, but perhaps everyone knows what it is about. Something like a briefing for the people, like what we did in District 42, should be happening in other districts.

"I hereby declare the opening of the Great Food Games!

To the opening declaration, the venue thrives at once.

The applause and finger whistle are loud and cheering.

A tremendous twist of sound shivers the atmosphere.

Don't feel anything pressing.

The World Cup enthusiasm looks adorable.

As they are wrapped in great cheer and applause, each lord shakes hands in honor of each other's good fight.

Where the three lay their hands on each other, a round of loud cheers.

Maybe I'm standing together on a historic occasion.

If it were Japan, it would definitely decorate one side of tomorrow's morning paper.

... much more.

Not if it's in the atmosphere.

I still have work to do.

Blurred with good things, they brought it this far. Estella cared, and she asked me a few questions, but I kept teasing her that I was good.

Everything, now, to make up your mind here.

"Now I would like to move on to Game 1"

"Wait a minute!

When I raise my voice, the venue goes out and the three lords look at me all at once.

"Hey, Yashiro. What the hell are you doing?

Estella asks in a whisper.

Whatever you do, there will be things you have to do.

Most importantly, I didn't let the lord bite me into running the game so that I wouldn't be noticed.

Lords are delegates but do not participate in competitions. I'm only a spectator.

So you wouldn't know, would you? That's where you'll be in charge of cooking the first game, and how you decide that.

"After the second game, the lowest districts are supposed to be in charge of cooking, but the first game has yet to decide where they will be in charge"

"What, really?!?

Like Estella, DeMillie and Ricardo seemed surprised.

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

"... why didn't you decide!?

Come next to me and whisper blame, Estella.

Bacca, you. I don't know, I guess it's decided for entertainment.

I push Estella back and forth into the center of the stage.

"Ahhh..., actually, this time. I don't dare predetermine my first game of cooking. Because the practice of parties discussing and deciding on one item out of sight creates dissatisfaction. Whatever it was decided in a legitimate way, it was only heard that the inhabitants of the district who had not been elected would not be convinced. Doesn't he?

Ask the audience.

On purpose, the audience begins to blur.

I guess so. I guess so. It's boring outside the mosquito net.

Then, before you watch, if your representatives decide to cook for the first game, you won't have any complaints.

"Here and now, I'm going to ask the Lords to make a decision with a scratch, what do you think!?

The inquiry said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa!," the roar of approval was raised.

Yeah, yeah. The audience prefers to get extra excited.

Some of them will be of the opinion that they should be properly consulted and fairly decided upon.

On this occasion, however, the opinions of those who can make sober decisions are sealed off. It's not just a majority vote at this moment, it's a big voice that wins.

I mean, if you stir it up and let it ride, things will go exactly as I thought they would.

"The venue was also recognized. So, what's the lord's opinion?

Looking back, now ask the three lords.

If after the opinion of the crowd, the answer to these guys is decided.

"I don't mind."

"I don't like Temehe's opinion... well, do as you please"

"Me, too, that's fine."

These guys don't have a choice.

That's what I thought.

"Okay, just give me a minute. Oomaro!"

"Yes, sss!

On my signal, Oomaro rushes over to the stage.

"Sorry, Oomaro"

"No, no. There's nothing like this, sss. I'm here to help."

In Oumaro's hand, two boxes, large and small, are held.

One is a wooden cube with a vertical and horizontal depth of about 30 cm each. There is a hole about 13 cm in diameter on the ceiling.

The contents will never be round, and you can easily take what's inside if you stick your arm in that hole, a hole that size.

The other box is a box with a width of less than 20 cm and a depth of about 5 cm, and this guy has something in it.

When the lid is opened, there are three balls inside that are 5 cm in diameter. Red balls are two white balls in one.

I'll put them up on the stage and show them to the audience.

"Inside this box, put three balls and have them pull one by one in turn. Red balls are a hit. It's simple and easy to understand, right?

This would be obvious to anyone's eyes, and the lords would not be able to do wrong.

Now we're all convinced.

And I thought.

"Wait a minute!

Ricardo, who couldn't read the air, had few friends, and was blind, waited.

I thought you were gonna eat it.

"Let me check that box and the balls."

"You're telling me I can't be trusted!?

"Naturally!

I'm outta here!

I dared Ricardo and the others to keep it to myself so that it would happen.

Come on, now, suspect him. Yeah, yeah, that's it, you just have to stubbornly look inside.

So if you prove that you have no trick whatsoever, the audience will think that there is no injustice either.

"Enough?

"Almost there!

"Well, you won't find anything for snooping around like a desperate peek into a woman's skirt."

"Become!? Temé! If you insult me in public, I'll bring an action before the presiding court!

"I get it. Well, later... don't insult him by yourself"

"I don't want it, Boquete!

Ricardo throws the box back abusively.

What a jerk!? An important box to be used!?

"Were there any suspicious tricks?

"Nothing!

"Right, right. You want to check on Demily, too?

"No, I'm fine. Ricardo's done enough research for me."

"Right."

Well, I'd like to do a little research on the 'Demily's' area of interest, in public.

"O, Mr. Oba... will you stop staring at your hairline? I'm not gonna let you look into it, am I?

Right. Too bad.

"Bye, Umaro. Grab me a box."

"Yes, sss!

Totally my assistant makes Womalo on the board hold a box, and I turn to the audience and show them a box with balls.

"Well, I'll let you in -!

I find my voice gently raised and moderately uplifting.

Then... and take the three balls out of the box.

Hold the ball in three right hands and place the empty box on the floor with your left hand.

Then, from the three balls held together in your right hand, take one white ball with your left hand and slowly put it into the box.

One...

Then take another white ball with your left hand and slowly... put it in the box...

Two............

"Come on, this is the last time!

As I say, slowly put your right hand into the box and drop the balls.

Cotton - and three balls were put into the box when there was a hard sound.

Give instructions to Womalo and let him shake the box.

"The order is right... because it's frigid when I prepare it and the lord of the 42nd arrondissement pulls it the best... what about here? What do you mean, in order of low root?

"How about in chronological order, Mr. Oba!?

I can tell you something from Demily, but you're probably the best either way.

"Ricardo, is that okay?

"Whatever you want."

Face to face, Ricardo takes the same unconnected attitude.

Then I'll go in the order of Demily, Ricardo and Estella.

I don't have any pedestals in particular, so I'll have the lord pull it off while I let Womalo hold the box.

Demily comes first.

"You hit the red balls."

"Whoa. Once you pull the balls, put them up high for the audience to see."

"Okay."

That said, it just seems like a little fun, and DeMillie sticks her arm in the box.

"Somehow, I'm starting to feel like I'm in the tournament, too. That's very responsible."

Demily seems to be knocking down balls in the box trying to pull a hit. Gattagoto and crate make noise.

Come on, pull.

"All right, this is it!

Demily pulling balls out of the box and listing them overhead.

At that moment, there was a sigh from the viewing space of the fortieth arrondissement, but a voice of joy rose from the other spaces.

Namely, Demily...

"White..."

Unfortunately, Demily stares at the ball she pulls.

"Well, I can't help it"

Looks like you've given up. Give Ricardo his place.

When Ricardo stands in front of the box, he turns his suspicious gaze so that he can't give up yet.

"You're a bad guy for giving up... pull it off quickly"

"Ugh!... I won't trust Temehe for the rest of my life."

"You, if you keep saying that too much, it could be a thin book for Regina..."

"What are you talking about?

"There's a lot of good things in the world that you don't know... just pull it off"

"Hmm...... Huh!

When he offered the box, Ricardo stuck his arm in his disgruntled face.

I'm checking the balls in the box. Then he seems to be touching the box with a pet and finding out if there's a 'fourth ball' hidden somewhere.

"... nothing"

"You really have a bad personality."

"I don't want Temehe to tell me."

Saying, the balls Ricardo pulled out were...... white.

Sighs leak out of the space in District 41.

"Well, that's a sigh like," Well, that lord can't help it, "" Luck, you look like you don't, "" That's why you're so blind. "

"You're not interpreting me on your own! And I'm sorry you didn't see me!?

and is stared at with a bad eye.

Scary. Eyes are evil.

"Njama, the rest..."

Saying, I'm just gonna stick my hand in the box.

"Ah!? I wanted to do it too!

"It sounds silly to take the time even though you know how it turns out, right?

"Well, that's right,"

"Come on."

Pull your arm out of the box and throw the red ball in your hand to Estella and give it to her.

"Wow!

In panic, Estella catches red balls with both hands.

When I held the red ball in my hand, I stared lightly and then... rubbed it a little.

... you suspect me too?

"Paint or something, because you don't peel it off?

"What!? Oh, no, that's not what I meant... haha. Something Yashiro does makes me feel like there's something behind it. Sorry, sorry."

"Well, it's a bad day, I'll do it."

"Haha. I'm sorry. Anyway, we hit it. You did it!

Eh, Estella turns a grin on me like she's gonna fix it.

"Hey. Can I check it out one more time?

Ricardo waits for 'Bad Guy With Eyes' not to read the air, even though he says he's already got results.

... That's why I can't make friends.

"You persevere, evil man with your eyes"

"Who's the bad guy with the eyes!? Just in case. There's been an injustice here, because I don't feel comfortable going on after this tournament!

This guy... that's really stupid.

"Heck...... Oomaro, give him the box. Then I'll take care of him."

"Huh? Is that okay? Ask the lord to dispose of the garbage."

"Destroy it and find out plenty inside and you'll feel better."

"Is that so...? Then I'll give it to you, sss."

Oomaro humbly offers an empty crate to Ricardo.

Ricardo receives it and peeks inside.

Hmm. Seeing from the side, what a bad feeling man he is. You're losing your liking.

Girls hate me, too.

"Hmm... apparently, you didn't have a squid"

Finally, he convinced me.

"But I'm gonna get this just in case. I'll dismantle it later and find out again."

"... whatever you want"

When you're done with it, turn it into firewood.

"Okay, again!

Receiving the result of the scratch, DeMily speaks up again.

"Game one, play the game with the food from District 42! The match starts half an hour after this!

Cheering from the venue.

This concludes the opening ceremony.

The Demilies are heading back to the corridor. I guess I'll watch the game slowly in a private room.

But I walk out in the opposite direction to the Lords in order to return to the 42nd Precinct standby space.

It's a pain in the ass to make the roundabout, so we just keep going off the stage to the waiting space.

"Yashiro"

Estella comes running over to me like that.

"See you later"

He puts his face close to his ear, and he hears those words.

A twitch occurs from the venue.

"Ya, Mr. Yashiro... Ah, you... to the Lord's Proxy, hands... you're a hell of a man..."

Something seems to be wrong.

No, when Estella is wearing fake milk and transforming herself into a lord's deputy, everyone sees her as a 'high ridge flower'......

"... Estella"

"... sorry"

Blame Estella for the loudness of her voice that no one else can hear.

After gesturing with his hands in front of his face and apologizing, Estella ran to the lord's private side passage to escape.

... Damn. He's a rough guy.

Me, too.

"Mr. Yashiro... Panez wow..."

"You didn't say anything stupid, we're going back too"

"Yes, sss."

Take Umaro and we'll get off the stage and head back to the waiting space in the 42nd arrondissement.

"Welcome home, Mr. Yashiro"

Ginette greets me first.

"The first dish became ours. Do me a favor."

"Yes, I'm going to make a delicious adult lunch"

Well, I don't care about the deliciousness.

"How many plates do I get out? I'd appreciate it if you'd come out with a lot. Look, there's a store flag or something."

Paula in cheer clothes seems to be in a good mood.

"I'm fine. I've already been promised that there will be quite a few."

"Really?

"Oh, what..."

I'll say it with a good face.

"We'll get Bertina out of here."

"What!? Suddenly!?"

Never knowing what was going on, Paula raised her voice without hiding her surprise.

I suppose you thought Bertina would be the last to bring it as a general.

"I'll get the first win tough first. This will make the rest of the players a lot easier."

"Oh...... I see. That's right, Yashiro, you're thinking."

This operation is communicated to Bertina herself, Estella and Ginette.

That's why Bertina took the church kids into the venue earlier this morning.

To fulfill the wishes of the kids who want to see Bertina brave.

Plus, it fits the desire to serve a lot of adult lunch. With Bertina, that alone would go fifty.

That's why I wanted District 42 to cook the first game of anything.

"So get ready down there now, because there will be an awesome number!

"This is... the cooking area is going to be a battlefield... Ginette! Let's go!

"Yes, Mr. Paula! Okay, Mr. Yashiro. I'm coming."

"Whoa! Do me a favor!

I take a breather when I drop off Paula and Ginette rushing to the special kitchen.

Oh, it worked.

Really, I'm glad Ricardo is stupid.

"Is that it, Mr. Yashiro? He's a jerk."

"No. I thought Ricardo was going through the box."

"Oh... you've been a little persistent, sss. I don't think we need to look that far into anything."

"Not at all. In the first place, I didn't do anything 'in the box'."

"........................................................................... Huh?

I shake my right hand gently.

And, "Ston" fell off the sleeve of my clothes - white balls.

"Kibo!? What!? Uh-huh!?

"Idiot, shh!... my voice is deceiving."

"Oh, su, excuse me, sus... but... yeah!?

Oomaro is peeling his eyes off.

Well, I guess so.

The guy I was watching the closest to didn't seem to notice at all either.

"Hey, Womalo. I'm really sorry... I think I put a stick in charge of the evil."

"Of!? Yet?

Let the white balls gently grip into the right hand of Oomaro, whose head is overhanging and making only strange noises.

"Oomaro. These balls... I need you to dispose of them so no one understands you."

"Ya, yaya, yaya, yashiro!? Oh, you, after all...... Huh!?

"Shh! 'Don't let anyone understand you'. If you don't dispose of it promptly... you'll be in a lot of trouble...... 'buddy'"

"Oh... ghost... Mr. Yashiro is a ghost..."

With a blue face, Oumaro rushes his gripped white balls into his pocket.

"Chi, I saw chills, but I knew it was white.... what the fuck? Where did this white ball come from, sss?

You don't seem convinced if you don't tell me the trick, so I'll tell you.

A very, very simple trick.

"I kept the white balls hidden in my sleeve. So, when I put the balls in the box, I switched them to red balls."

I used to improve the gimmicks I made so that I could hide the planting knife on my sleeve so that I could hide the balls in my sleeve.

Repeating the three balls held on the right twice, he switched the red balls and the white balls in his sleeve while the audience's eyes were poured into the left hand where the white balls were placed, and put the white balls into the box. Instead of showing the color of the balls, let them make a noise in the box and make an appeal, "I'm in."

"So whatever Demily and Ricardo pull, they'll be white."

"So, but at the end of the day, the box was empty, huh?

"So when I took the last one, you hid the white balls in the box on your sleeve and made it look like you even got the red balls in your sleeve out of the box"

"... I had no idea, sss..."

Umaro may not know, but the truth is, I'm really good at magic. Especially table magic with cards, coins, and balls like this.

I even bothered to make Womalo bring the crate in the middle of the opening ceremony, an act to make him think it was the crate if there was a trick.

I don't normally think there's a trick on my body that I met, talked to, and came out with before that.

Magic is something that starts before you go on stage.

"... how dare you, you know, hide a big ball there on your sleeve and act normal, sss"

"I'm just a little clever."

"... Oyla will never trust Mr. Yashiro again, sssssssssssssssssss... in a good way"

I'm not following any of the last words, but, well, I know how you feel.

"Oh... Ouilla, some kind of heart ache sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Oomaro that makes such a weak noise.

Say something like that, and if Magda backs you up, you'll be fine as soon as you can.

Thus, the Great Food Games began.

No, actually, it had already started.

In the meantime, you'll get your first win.

Shall I let you fight my way?