Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Da-li!

We have an emergency!

Monsters are storming toward the main line!

"All armies forward! Whatever you do, keep him out of it!

Nah, it's okay!

We have Magda, Delia and three Norma beasts, Estella Natalia's knife master combo, and even Womalo's sacrifice combo called Becco!

You can't get to me, Medra!

"... to Magda, impossible"

You can't stop me.

"You're doing great, too."

"Sorry, Yashiro, I can't do this with a knife."

"Master Yashiro, be a pillar of humanity"

"You guys are all set and thin lovers!?

Magda, Delia, Norma, Estella, Natalia are useless!

If this happens, run away!?

I kicked the ground and ran out at full speed from the first step.

But I got turned around.

Fast!?

"Ugh. Getchup!

"It's not a ghetto! Oh, my God, already! Enemy, you!?

"Except for battle and love, darling"

Swinging through a disastrous theory, MEDRA has broken into the space of District 42.

A free man!?

"No, what. I didn't come here to see you, either. I can tell you what it's like to step into the enemy line."

"I mean, what can I do for you?

"Ricardo said," I don't know if I said too much. "

It must be about Loretta.

I got a little bit of a scratch too.

"He said," I wish someone would have checked on me. "And then he said," I'm sorry. "

"Something... Ricardo is surprisingly cautious, isn't he?

"Maybe it's a heck of a lot. haha."

Medra laughs luxuriously.

He's overprotective.

"Tell Ricardo." I'll never forget you made our Loretta cry ""

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but it's pretty overprotective, you know, darling."

That's not true.

Just that I think Ricardo should suffer a little.

"Then Atashi will be back. You can't lose the third battle."

"Huh. Unfortunately, the next game is the same as ours."

"That's a lot of confidence. Is that a chance?

"Huh. Well."

Thanks to Loretta, the flow is totally this way.

Whoever the Forty-first Ward sends out, our victory is unshakeable.

"Hmm? Who is it then?

Medora turns her gaze toward the entrance to the venue.

It's a corridor for the people we came into.

Imagine me and look at you...

"De ~ Leah ~!

I could see a giant tank coming into the waiting space in the 42nd arrondissement with Marsha waving her hand up in a fuzzy voice.

"Marsha! You're here for me!?

"Yeah! I took a little time to get ready, and I'm late. Are we done here?

"No, not yet."

Marsha is not from the 42nd arrondissement, but she was allowed in here because Delia said she couldn't help it. I can't have this tank in the audience.

"Hmm. It's a sea fishing guild. Only milk is a handful of mermaids."

Shut up. Big boss of a hunting guild who is hardly recognised as a woman because of his milk alone.

And there...

"Ma, mama, mama, Mr. Marsha!

Suddenly, with a strangely tall voice, a pyrania-faced man broke into our space.

What, that voice!? Are you kidding me!

And, if you look closely again...

"It's Gustave."

"... why is Gustave here?

"It's kind of Gustave. What are you doing here?

"Oh, Gusta, come on. Long time no see."

"Yes, Mr. Marsha! Long time no see!

We ignored them all!?

"Tiger Daughter is fine, how does Darling know?

Rumor has it there's someone to eat.

"That's right, there's no pull. What about darling? Oh, is that it? Um... were you on a date with Atashi or something?

"Don't screw around with your big body!

Well, you're absolutely right!

"Mom, Mom and... date?

"... Yashiro... Challenger"

Gustave and Magda saw me with eyes like they saw a freak.

Bad reputation.

"Well, more than that, Mr. Marsha. You came to see me!?

"Uh-huh. It's the support of your friend Delia."

"Wow, me! Tomorrow! Because it will work in the most important situations! Whatever you say, I'm a general! Absolutely! Please come back tomorrow!

Apparently, the bulimic fish Gustave is hot on Marsha, guild leader for the Sea Fishing Guild.

"I want to be caught too!" Or what do you think?

But well... you have no pulse. Marsha is completely flushed.

When it comes to being a marsha level boob mermaid, there won't be a few guys to tell.

There is a glimpse of adult leeway not found in the people of the 42nd arrondissement. Hey, it's so colorful that you want to play with fire.

"... after all, Gustave is the Admiral"

"You're gonna hit it with Magda."

"Oh, come on, idiot, Gustave! You didn't tip us off! Our darling is smarter than that guy over there, he's gonna get his foot scratched for a little leak!

I'm afraid I'm getting compliments... what's that tone like 'inside pride'? And who's "our darling"?

"Bye, darling. Atashi is going home to make sure this idiot doesn't talk too much."

"Whoa, hurry home"

And don't come any more.

Marsha asks me in anticipation of Medora and the others returning.

"So, when will Delia join the fight?

They took care not to divulge this information to them.

He's a nice guy. I guess I can read the air.

… in exchange.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, hey, raw enough!

"What, you are!? Don't look at me like that!

"Ahhhhhhh! He kicked me! Happy! More, more kicks! With your feet, raw feet!

"Hi-no! That's disgusting, you half-fisher!?

Sea fishing guild deputy guild leader Carvin (severe foot fetish) very excited about Norma's raw feet. He can't. I can't read the air. Not as a person before I can.... that guy, I wish he was a sea algae chip.

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about me."

"Our support group has been damaged."

"Cancer cancer."

How tyrannical!?

Well, Norma would be able to knock it out as easily as Calvin... let it go.

"So, Delia's game..."

I say clearly to Delia, who stands next to Marsha.

"Right after this."

"What!? Are you going to WW3?

"Wow, looks like you came at the right time."

Whatever the timing Marsha came to see, the flow is definitely for this one.

"Thanks to Loretta, I saw a winning chance"

Thanks to Loretta's unruly loss and even the deprivation of the lowest authority as a penalty, the cook in World War III is in District Forty.

This is the first dish in the fortieth district.

"The 40th Ward will serve a cake of luxury! If you're a big cake eater, Delia is invincible!

If you raise your second win here, you will have a royal hand in the victory.

"Right! Loretta's pretty good too!

"A trick!"

"Yes! Loretta is great!

"Ho, ho!? hey, something without me, mecha compliments!?

Loretta, who came back in good time, was wearing cheer clothes and ponytails.

My hair is not as long as Ginette's or Magda's, so when I make it a ponytail, I can see the noodles.

Phew. Mm. The flaky hairs are pretty sexy.

Yeah, yeah. That's good, Loretta.

"Yes! Loretta is horny!

"Something's changed my language!?

Loretta looks happy somewhere, even as she opens her eyes.

You just have to look good that way.

"Bye! I guess I'll do my best!

Delia extending her arm muscles with her hands together.

From the look on his face, I felt confident.

- Cancún, cancún!

The standby bell rings, and Delia goes up to the stage, alone.

Following Delia, a big man with a body like Armadillo takes to the stage.

"... Armadillo tribe webro. Holder of stupid tongues flattening 'delicious delicious' with any unsavory"

"There's no such thing as a hunting guild..."

"... When people eat something they don't like or taste good, their stomachs refuse to take any more and snack. Even if I don't particularly dislike it, if I don't season it or serve it, it will have a slight effect."

"I mean, that Armadillo human Armadillon doesn't have it,"

"... yes. Armadillon can be eaten in flat condition with anything"

Name, you've been overwritten by Armadillon.

Magda, you're gonna get on with the funny ones, you should review them once.

And the other one. Representatives of the forty districts rise to the stage.

He's a normal man, with no particular characteristics. I wonder if she has muscles on her arm.

"Hey, Imelda. What the hell is he like......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... And Imelda?"

"... was taken by a stylish man with a red face"

Stylish Zenobios would have invited Imelda to dinner again without punishment.

He's a man with an indomitable spirit.

I can't help it.

"Percy!"

"Hmm? Oh, my God, honey"

"What kind of guy is that?

"Hmm?"

Attempt to get information from Percy, who lives in the same forty district.

"No, you've never seen it, who is it, him?

"You can't use it! Go home already!"

"No! I'm not going home, no matter what, until I burn Mr. Neferry's cheer clothes into his brain!

Yeah, it's useless, man!

"Oh, that's Killians from the restaurant."

Surprisingly, Oumaro had information about the man.

No, this guy was from the 40th arrondissement, too.

- Oh, my God!

and the bell rings and the third game begins.

"Killian's shop is a sinister shop for bastards. It's a famous store for people who know it."

"Heh. What are you feeding me?

"Super intense spicy dishes. Oh, look, it's Ares. Arr! It's used in the game now, spicy chickens!

"What!?

To Oumaro's words, I raised my voice unexpectedly and rushed to the stage.

In front of the athlete is placed a bright red wingtip on a plate.

"... isn't that cake?

Oh no... why...

"Nho! Spicy, yeah, yeah!"

"No, no, this is the spiciness of 'normal' in our store, but it's incomprehensible that you say it's spicy to this extent, huh?"

Saying spicy spicy, Armadillon flattens the spicy chicken deliciously.

Because it's food from my shop, Killian also eats bright red chicken with a flat face.

Among other things, the only stiff one is... Delia.

"Delia!"

"Ya, Yashiro..."

Delia is going to cry.

Was it that sad that it wasn't a cake?

Sure, it might force you to struggle if it wasn't for the cake, but this can't be the case, eat it up as much as you can.

... Two losing streaks is just as bad.

"Oh, yeah...... but because I'll do my best!

With a crying face, Delia says.

The overflowing anxiety can be seen from that look.

Damn...... totally missed reading.

"No, I'll have it!

Never mind, Delia wraps around her bright red wings........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Ooh! Hey, hey, hey!

"Delia!? Are you all right!?

"... hey... hey... hey..."

From Delia's eyes, a large grain of tears falls zero.

"Mi no......................................................................................................................................."

Round your big body small and leak a whimper like a young girl.

Could it be that Delia...

"Ahhh... this was bad luck"

Marsha leaks her sigh as she immerses herself in the tank.

"Delia, I can't do anything hard at all. Just a little 'piri' and cry."

"... so much?

"Kaiwale radish, it's too spicy to eat."

............... Kids tongue!?

Speaking of which, it's like Magda and I had a hard time saying it when we were curry...

You were intimidating Curry or something... that's not the characteristics of the Beast Clan, it's simply because Magda and Delia didn't like spicy things with their children's tongues...

"Ya, Yashiro ~..."

I hear Delia swinging in tears.

Is that a give-up declaration?

I may not have a choice in this situation... two defeats...

"I'll do my best!

"... Huh?

When I looked up, Delia and I met each other.

Big eyes wet with tears, shaking in fear.

However, he excites himself diligently and carries his bright red wings to his mouth.

"Yashiro believed in me! I rewarded you for that!

Hit the pungent, spicy chicken, and scream.

Tears and sweat erupt all at once.

No. I can't feed you any more......

Two losses... but I didn't give you two wins.

If District 40 wins here, the whole district will line up with one win at a time. Then there's still a chance of a rewind.

... but.

"Nho! Spicy. Spicy. Well, yeah!

"Heh, heh. This degree of spiciness, privately at a level that does not even fall into the classification of spiciness, is not at all affordable, but it is much more... In the first place, the human stomach is not made to be able to store so much food, and because it is the ability of an organism to efficiently convert the minimum food needed for life activities into energy that is excellent, even if it is eaten more than a person, it is something that does not make us proud at all..."

Against Armadillon, who keeps eating dumb like a fool, the manager of this spicy chicken was starting to insure when he drowned and lost. I guess I competed here because I'm spicy resistant, but the amount of food I ate was too normal. If the other players couldn't eat with spiciness, this guy could have won...

This time it would be a victory for District 41.

……… two wins, taken.

Shit... Shit... Shit...

What didn't work?

How did this happen?

That's right... it's me.

Because I didn't do my research properly... I decided on my own that the food in the 40th arrondissement was cake... I didn't even ask Imelda or Oumaro.

I didn't even take a leg.

I didn't make curry if it was floating...

What are you doing, me?

Such a... preliminary mistake........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"I'm gonna lose!

Ha, back to me, a great deal of cheer was flying from the audience.

"You guys! Speak up!

"Come on! We're here to support our Delia, who cries and fights healthy!

Norma and Loretta were leading the way and the audience was united to support Delia.

I told Delia, "Gumball!" "Gumball!".

With such cheer, Delia stumbles on a fiercely spicy chicken in a desperate shape.

Dyed bright red around my mouth and my eyes red with tears...

Such an appearance strikes the audience's mind again and is feverish with cheer.

"Gumball!" "Gumball!" "Gumball!" and…

...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Delia! Enough!

Unexpectedly, he was screaming.

"You don't have to eat anymore!

The audience will be quiet.

Delia, too, stops her hand, looks up... and looks at me with her tear-shaken face.

"So, but..."

"That's okay! It's okay!"

I'd rather be at the bottom of the line than work poorly.

I can avoid mistakes like this one.

Prepare a convenient menu over here so that this one is in your favor... right, make it an athlete's favorite, like the first curry, make it a level of dish you can't eat other than Regina...

Anyway, you don't have to take any more bites.

Delia, that's enough. No more, please...

"I'll take care of it! I'll see what I can do! So don't eat anymore!

This is all my mistake.

It was floating, my...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... sorry, Delia"

Sadly, all I had was a mosquito ringing voice.

Still, I think the words arrived because Delia's ears were moving so perfectly.

The force falls off Delia's shoulder...... the chicken falls on the plate.

"............................................................................................................................................."

Delia squeaks in a dry voice.

The voice was, slightly, trembling.

"... I'm sorry, guys... I lost... Huh!

Out of remorse, clogging his throat, and overflowing his tears with grandeur.

I bite my back teeth off gleefully and I can hang on to it... but still the whimpering starts to leak.

I'm the one who brought this situation to life.

... it's my responsibility.

"I'm responsible!

Towards the audience, I raise my voice.

I won't let anyone here blame Delia.

"So tell me who's complaining! Nobody else, just tell me!

The cuisine in the 40th arrondissement must be a piece of luxury cake?

Bring an already famous specialty to an event like this on purpose.

You'll see when you think about it.

Corner, this is the only place for big publicity. Now it's minor, but if they find out, they'll always sell it, and you've decided to come and promote it! I mean, I would have!

They also think about what they think. I had lost sight of such a natural thing.

I can't save you. You're a devastating big idiot, I am.

You deserve to be blamed...

"Blame me, you idiot!

That was thrown in from the audience, with gentle ramblings...

"There's definitely something about winning and losing!

"Don't you think you're going to win next and then!

"If you're talking about responsibility or something, next time, you definitely win!

Such rumblings... keep getting infected...

"Deliar! Well done -!

"Yes, they do!

"Come home with your chest up. Yo!

Here and there, a smile blooms.

... these guys............... are you nuts?

Like an idiot.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

- Cancun, cancun, cancun!

Then for forty minutes, Delia did not mouth a single bite of chicken, as I said, and the result of the forty-second district was two plates.

The victory came from 72 plates in District 41 and 56 plates in District 40.

Now, District 41 wins two. I've been crowned a winner.

Meanwhile, this one has to win all two games left.

I got the right to choose the next dish... how do I attack...?

"Yashiro... Everybody..."

With a flimsy foothold, Delia returns.

"Hehe... I lost"

"It's a nice fight! Mr. Delia!

Loretta jumps at the smiling delia.

Loretta knows best about the cruelty and remorse of losing.

I guess I wanted to encourage you to be him.

"That courage that stayed there until the end. I think I deserve praise."

It must have been quite painful to stay on stage, not being able to eat.

Still, Delia didn't escape and stayed in that place until the end.

... It made me feel hard.

"Guys, will you listen to me?

With red eyes that still leave traces of tears, Delia says.

The spine stretches straight, with a crisp look.

"Honestly, I regret the mess. If it had been me before, I think I'd been crying for three days and three nights with regret.... but I don't cry anymore. I regret it! I regret it! I will never cry!

Grasping Loretta, who hugs her own hips, she takes Marsha's hand, staring anxiously, Delia says with a clear face.

"Alas, we're all one team. Someone will take back what I lost. Yashiro will make sure that happens.... right?

Everybody's gaze pours on me.

Delia's staring straight at me.

"Oh.... I promise you..."

What's with the frog? What is the "Judgement of the Spirit"?

Let's make it clear to him!

"I am! No, we'll definitely let District 42 win! Absolutely!

When he raised his voice without a pattern, he cheered from the audience.

The countless gazes at me softened.

"Yes, I will help you to the best of my ability."

Ginette's coming in front of me.

Estella comes next door and sighs with her usual squeaky face.

"You can't pull any more. Heh heh... it's getting rarely hot."

Magda squeezes the hem of my clothes.

"... Magda, will definitely win. Give Yashiro a win."

Behind the quiet eyes like the deep sea, the flames of the fighting spirit were shaking.

"Mr. Yashiro."

"Imelda......"

Imelda walks up to me with a serious look on her face.

I need to talk to you.

Rin's voice brought this information.

"The forty district menu is spicy chicken."

"That information is late!

The game is over!?

"Chi, it's not! Stylish Zenobios persevered in addition to things, and I've been trying so hard to escape! But while I'm in a hurry to tell you how I feel if I don't tell you soon...!

Oh, my God...

If we were on our way to rescue Imelda first, maybe everything would have worked out.

... No, that spicy chicken won't even be able to eat Magda.

"Even a de perverted oomalo in dm shouldn't have gone that far......"

"Suddenly I was sassy and badly spoken of, sss!?

After all, he wasn't in the 42nd arrondissement.

Damn... I didn't know there were so many troublesome people in the Forty-first District... Easy win because Bertina and Magda are here was a mistake from that idea.

"But I'll do something. Absolutely, I'll see what I can do... even if"

Yes, even if...

"Even if Oomaro's life runs out because of it!

"Some kind of oila, you're sacrificed suss!?

"... Magda, I won't forget about Umaro"

"No, I'm glad to hear it! I'm glad to hear that... Oh, Dames! I knew I'd rather be happy to win and I can't complain, sss!

Oomaro......?

Put Magda in first to win a tough win...

But at the end of the day, I'll leave a womalo...

"I can't help it. Let me push a little for the victory of District 42."

"What, hey, what are you going to do, sss!?

Estella smiles invincibly.

"If you lose, you'll be banned from entering and leaving the Yangdu Pavilion for a month!

"No!? If that happens, Ouilla's gonna die!?

"Ah, bye! More direct, what about the Magda ban?

Oomaro stiffens on Paula's remarks.

Continue to participate in Neferry as well.

"Not only will it be zero, but if it's negative, maybe we can push it further. For example... when I lose, Magda tells me I don't like it."

"Ya, stop it, sss! I just imagined it. My chest is going to rip. Shh!

"Well, let's get Mr. Magda out to his wife."

"Na, Natalia!? I don't want you to say anything rare, sss!

Oomaro is having a decent conversation with the beauties. Seems pretty pushed.

"You're in no hurry. You just have to win, if you win."

"Or it's easy for me to say, but yes, I can't believe how well things carry...!

"... wumaro"

Magda puts her hands together and gently hits her cheek.

I stare at Oomaro in a snarky pose.

"... win"

"Mmm-hmm! Win, sss! Whoever you're dealing with, Oyla, you'll never win! Magda, for your sake!

Hmmm... Sure Womalo's 'Magda Power' is awesome... can you really win this...?

"Marsha!

I hear an irritating, tall voice, and we look back at you in unison.

"Good news, Mr. Marsha!

A high-voice bulimic fish, Gustave, once again broke into the space of the 42nd arrondissement.

"Oh, I'm here again, already. Medra, your mom's gonna kill you half?

Marsha says horrible things sarah. But I'm afraid of what I can't say is impossible.

Even so, Gustave speaks to Marsha with joy, remaining slightly exalted.

"Me, I've decided to compete in Game IV tomorrow!

"" "-!?

"So be sure to come and watch the game tomorrow! Let's see what I look like!

Maybe the floating Gustave hasn't noticed.

That he leaked important secrets about his army to us.

... but I didn't want to hear that information...

No, I had to ask. It was supposed to be a lot worse... but I can't take any more measures than I've heard.

"Gustave! You, bother your Atashi darling again! I'll kick your ass!"

"Hih!? Mom!? Chi, it's not! I'm just saying to Reishi Marsha...!

"Just come back! If you bother Atashi's darling with just Atashi's darling, who's sending a hot glance over there to Atashi, I don't understand!

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom!

MEDRA returns, grabs Gustave's collar, tries to pull it back and returns to the space of District 41.

On leaving, Medora left, throwing me a wink that was going to blow a bright blue gust of banana fans.

... I also have a bad reputation.

"… Gustave's next opponent"

Magda snarls her throat.

Those working in the food court, such as Loretta and Paula, have often heard rumors of Gustave and some of them may have witnessed it directly.

That tenacious look seems to tell the story of his bulimia.

Womalo could be overloaded.

Again, do we hit Magda here.................. but then what about WWV?

So, Umaro? With all the other options gone?

This, no matter how weak the pressure seems...

"Whomallow with full heckle"

"So why are you saying something bad without a little notice, Mr. Yashiro!?

... to entrust everything?

But... if it comes to sparing Magda and getting settled in WW4...

- Colorn. Colorn.

Church bells ring.

That concludes the first day of the big food tournament.

Each one shall remain in the forty-first arrondissement, and shall return to their own arrondissement.

Don't you think I'm going to get an answer even if I'm standing here...

"Mr. Yashiro."

Ginette speaks to me gently, thinking about it.

"Shall we go home?"

"Hmm............... oh yeah"

If you go back to the Yangdu Pavilion, you might even come up with a good idea............ Yangdu Pavilion......

Behind my brain, a perfectly familiar figure of the Yang Deception Pavilion emerges.

I kind of miss that landscape in my memory, even though I'm just away for a day today.

Oh...... I want to go home soon. In that place...............

When I close my lid... I stand in front of the Yangdu pavilion, and when I open the door, the usual sight and the usual smell spread...

...... Yang Ma Ma Pavilion...... I knew it would be good.

.................. hmm?

What is it?

Something seems to recall...........................................................................................................................................................................................

"Mr. Terumi?

To Millie's voice, consciousness is drawn back.

"... Takeshi? Are you tired?

"Ah...... no. It's okay. Just think about it."

"Ah... I'm sorry... Miri, I'm interrupting, am I?

"It's okay. It's time to go home."

"Right. If a little wave of people catches, let's go home, too. In the Yangdu Pavilion."

Magda and Loretta snort at Ginette's words.

There's Ginette, there's Magda and Loretta, and Estella's watching from a little distance of such faces...

Millie on Norma, Paula on Neferry, Natalia and Imelda on Delia and Marsha...... stay as far as Regina......

... what.

Something is caught.

If we take all these guys back to the Yangdu Pavilion, we can find something to break through... I feel like that... no, I feel something close to certainty...

The bulimic fish Gustave is the opponent... Oomaro is subtle, so I can only rely on Magda...

... rely?

"Hey, Yashiro, you"

Marsha invites me.

When I get close, he rides himself out of the tank and punches me in the ear.

"Delia. I'll have us stay today. Even if I'm strong, I still think it's a little tough."

"Oh, that would help."

"Yeah, yeah. Yashiro, you've been very honest lately."

"I am, honestly?

"Previously, there was a wall somewhere, so take a step back. Come on, 'I'm with you, but I'm not like you guys' kind of atmosphere. You were releasing Janjanjang, right? Lately, it's gone, and I'm glad it's easier to talk."

……… walls.

........................... not like you guys......

"Right..."

I forgot the fundamentals.

"What the... is this so simple..."

When I noticed that guy, everything that had caught on until just now fit neatly. The contours of what was blurry were clear and I was able to capture firmly the answers I couldn't grasp.

Yangdu Pavilion...... I knew there was an answer over there.

I'm glad the Fourth World War is tomorrow.

... If it was today, I just couldn't make it.

"Hey, Magda."

"... what?

"As far as you know, tell me"

I ask one question to Magda, who snorts.

"To the hunting guild, who eats more than Gustave, is there?

Magda thought carefully...... and answered clearly.

"... to the best of Magda's knowledge, it does not exist"

"... well"

Yabe, I can bark at your mouth.

"Yes or no.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Then we still have a chance.

Chance to win by hand!

I stay on the spot and look around at the people staring at me and declare with absolute confidence and spare time.

"Tomorrow's WWIV, I'm out!