Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Can I tell you what I realized?

The day after I held the Han gathering at the Hunting Guild District 42 branch, I had come to a certain place by myself.

There's someone I want to meet and talk to.

The truth is, I was wondering if I could wave this story to this guy... but I'm not going to keep pretending I won't see it.

It's a hard story to tell Ginette, and Magda and Loretta are the Beasts... somehow.

I thought I'd ask Estella... well, lord... no.

There was a line called Bertina and Regina, but you felt the field was different. Bertina is a Sister, and Regina was originally a foreign person.

That's why I chose this guy...

"You're talking about breast inequality. It's an ear tack."

... I'm starting to regret it a little bit right now.

"Seriously."

"Seriously talk about boobs?... Yashiro, can't a man named you think anything but about boobs?

"You're the one who started talking about boobs!?

Imelda sips her tea gracefully as she flutters her shiny blonde, which is still carefully cared for today.

"I don't know, recently... when I looked in Yashiro's face, the word 'boobs' started to come up in my brain."

"That's some kind of illness, so you can see Regina, right?

You started living in the 42nd arrondissement, and this guy went crazy... well, he wasn't quite the one who flew from the beginning we met.

"I need to ask you a few questions about the nobility... rather than about the humans and the Beasts... should I say..."

"... yes"

Imelda's gaze gets a little sharper, and Cottori and, making a quiet noise, the teacup is placed on the saucer.

The spine stretches so much that the neck muscles look neat.

He's got a really pretty thin, long neck to clavicle line. It has a glossy atmosphere as if it were a blossoming flower, paired with a neat and conspicuous nose. Makes me feel like I'm looking at a delicate touch of painting.

Clear white skin reveals a hued cherry blossom-like thin red lip that opens quietly.

"Aristocrats, beasts... will not be a factor in the size of your boobs."

"Talk about boobs, that's enough!?

What, this girl!? Why are you so stubborn!?

"... oh, 'enough talking about boobs'................................."

The stretched spine is disobeyed and Imelda's body creeps into the back of the chair.

My feet kick the table in a fluttering clap and the teacup falls.

Amber tea spreads to the floor with the sound of parin and dryness.

"Mr. Yashiro... please don't die!

"Death!?

"You're not feeling well somewhere!? He must be seriously ill.

"I'll give it back just like that!

What was that, the serious look on your face just now!?

I've only been able to talk about boobs since I got here!

Let's just talk about tits until this guy gets tired of it and then get down to business!? Until we're done talking!? In that case, I might stay for about three days!

The rushing servants clean up the broken cup, wipe the tea that flew on Imelda's skirt, calm down the messed up Imelda, and tell me my condolences and leave.... and Cora Salaries.

After finishing the job with such graceful and agile behavior as dancing, the servants swoop into the corner of the room, and me and Imelda confront each other again across the table.

Now it's time to be serious...

"Imelda...... will you seriously listen to me?

"Of course, sir."

"Honestly, it's something I don't really want to talk about..."

"Pfft!

"You're not in vain!? I don't want to talk about" what "or" what "because I'm not after it!? Yeah, puffy shoulders!

Well, what kind of translation did you make, 'Forced Translation Magic'!? Let me be serious. Yikes!

"It's like you're the only one I can ask. Think I'll help you, tell me a little bit."

"Only on wasps......?

"Ah. The others... the... a little, the corner stands"

"Yes... it is"

Then Imelda softly raises her right hand.

The servants who saw it left the room in unison.

Nearly ten servants leave the room quietly, one by one, thanking each other.

"... now, isn't that somewhat easier to talk about?

"Ah. That helps."

I get my place right and start talking in a quiet voice.

"The nobles I've seen, they were all human.... Meaning, you know?

"Yes... of course."

Mouth on the tea the servants had re-brewed, and Imelda took a moment of silence.

Kathari and I hear a cup bump.

"You did… Mr. Yashiro came to this city from an exotic country."

"Well."

"If so, isn't it impossible..."

Exhaling thin, long breaths, Imelda peeks a slightly colder look.

Imelda's cleavage eyes had a serenity reminiscent of the bottom of the deep sea.

"First, let me preface that the wasp house is not a born nobleman."

"Did you make wealth out of a wooden guild and become a nobleman?

"Yep. That's what I'm saying."

In a world as ruled by kings, there are those who are promoted to nobility by merit, fame, contribution to the kingdom, luxurious wealth, and by them. I can give you the title.

Woody Guild is a fairly powerful guild that operates across the district. I guess the Javiers, who rose to the top there, were recognized as deserving of nobility.

Well, that's a convincing feat and an uncontested asset.

But why did you preface that...

"Estella means you don't have the same character?

"Well, you're right... that's what I said because I thought it would be easier to understand in advance than to say this about that"

"Draw a line?"

"Yep. The wasps and their ancient nobles, including their lords, are distinctly different. This is a deep trench that won't be filled no matter how you scratch it."

There is also an unbridgeable separation between royalty and nobility.

Furthermore, there is a clear difference between the biological nobility and the so-called 'gold' nobility….

"Why, here we are again talking like that… the wasps, because the Javiers are the 'guild leaders'"

"Ah... well"

Imelda figured out what I wanted to say and dared to make a difference on it.

"You're probably right about Mr. Yashiro. Nobles only have humans. In other words…"

Any expression disappears from Imelda's face.

"The Beasts cannot be nobles."

Cold faceless expression like an ice sculpture......

It really seemed like an aristocratic behavior to be able to stay without showing any emotion when talking like this.

I have nothing to be proud of or sympathize with. Just a natural fact, I know what the world is made of.

... because of his personality, he shouldn't really like discriminatory things like that... but from a standpoint, he can't give a glimpse of an individual's opinions about it.

Because Imelda is noble.

Nobles cannot deny the formation of this city, which is ruled by royalty.

"In other words, nobility, including lords, is full of humans, and the Beastmen cannot enter there"

"As a concubine... that's not the case."

Concubine...? He's called a mistress. A nobleman would have one or two mistresses surrounded. Sometimes they'll be letting you live in the same mansion.

"Discrimination against the Beasts did exist… and now there are unlimited numbers of people who say that."

The city is full of beasts.

Everyone lives a positive life and a decent life.

I don't see a shadow of discrimination there.

"... but I don't think it's possible that it's completely gone."

Thoughts, values and institutions that have been around for a long time precipitate like 'oli' in the depths of the human mind, no matter how long it takes.

It has changed over time and has been handed down to this day in the form of 'implicit rules'.

The Beasts cannot be nobles.

I'm sure that doesn't even make it a source of controversy for humans in this city.

And mixing it back must be... not justice.

This is the result of the choice made by the inhabitants of this city.

Everyone wants a peaceful life, and that is how it is bearing fruit now.

Denying the system creates strife and brings many tragedies.

That's why nobody touches it.

Besides, I don't know how much time has passed since the era of discrimination, but the current situation has improved considerably.

To that evidence...

"There are a lot of Beasts in the Alliance Commander."

"Right. The qualities that put the guild together are questioned. It doesn't work for the half-breed."

"If so, the Hunting Guild, the Sea Fishing Guild, which operates outside the city gate, should be chosen by the Beast Nation."

"Right. The wasps can't beat their power no matter how they fall."

If you consider making the strongest of your guilds the guild leader, it often becomes a natural and beastly clan. Purely because the physical abilities of the Beastmen outweigh humans.

Think of it that way, don't float the awesomeness of the Javier family taking the seat of guild chief among the Gorillas Austin, pheasants Zenobios and others who fought at the Great Food Games.

Left to prove that he was superior in all respects as well as power. Well, you'll get a title from the king, too. Convinced.

"Your father's achievements and martial arts are unknown, he became the guild chief, and the king immediately received the title… The wasps, the Javiers, became nobles."

"So Javier was a substandard bucket."

"A compliment, I'll take it."

Imelda leaks a tickle and a grin.

So... if Javier retires, will this guy no longer be a guild head lineage?

"By the way, the next guild leader is set in the wax. The wooden guild was unanimous, and it was decided."

"Wow, that's good. Silly loved me."

You twisted and twisted this city's system like, "The Guild Leader is the Strong One who can put the Guild together." That dumb parent & dumb guild constituent.

Well, in terms of popularity, I guess I have no complaints.

"The wasps, the Javiers, will not cease to be aristocrats, even if they are no longer guild chiefs. The title given is not so stripped… but that is why…"

I saw one day, strong willed eyes looking at me.

"The wasp wants to remain the guild leader of the wooden guild. Don't be" just noble "."

I have no strength. I'm just a nobleman.

If you don't want to be like that, Imelda would think. It really looks like this guy.

"The other guild leaders can't be noblemen no matter how much credit they get."

In fact, Medora or Marsha are not aristocrats.

Whether you are the guild leader of a hunting guild or a sea fishing guild that boasts so much power, the Beasts cannot be nobles.

Most likely, those two would say, "I'm not interested in nobility."

And so far, the story was generally what I had imagined.

This is where I want to hear it.

That is...

"Is there a problem in this city with the marriage of humans and beasts?

Words Assunt said.

"There are a lot of things that you can't see inside the 42nd arrondissement... in this city."

I mean, isn't that what that is?

If the aristocracy is full of humans, the more we go to the center, the fewer beast tribes we will have, the more humans we will be. That would also change my understanding of the Beastman tribe. Discrimination will also become more pronounced.

Assunt was trying to build up his track record and eat into the Central District.

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If you ask me, I've never seen a man and an animal couple before.

Estella's parents are both human, and the Yap Rock family of corn farmers are both Ocho.

Maybe a couple of Cylons and Wendy can be described as different colors.

"No problem."

Problem 'is' not...

If what Imelda said is correct and there is almost no more discrimination against the Beastman tribe yesterday, there will be no problem with the marriage between man and the Beastman tribe.

But...

"Not many people don't feel comfortable... do they?

"Right. I think he is. I'm not sure... but I'm not sure I can say I'm not here."

Maybe that's why Wendy doesn't turn her family story into a Theron.

Maybe Wendy's parents think... that they don't want to give their pretty daughter to the 'human' who once discriminated against them...

Besides, I'm also curious about what Imelda was saying earlier.

He says the nobles make the Beasts' concubines'.

There's no denying that Wendy's parents think Wendy's going to be a concubine.

Theron is not a nobleman, but if you are assuming that 'humans are such creatures' then that could be the case.

"Is bigamy 'yes' in this world?

"Is there a 'none' country?

Oh, that's the recognition...

Well, in a world like this, it feels like you're going to hate family severance or something. That's what it feels natural to do for the sake of retrieval.

"Most recently, we've only done that with royalty and the most senior nobles around us."

"Really?

"What it costs, having more than one spouse"

"Oh, so is it."

But if you're Asunción or Pompeo, you seem to have that much money to spare.

"So, even ordinary people can get bigamous, of course?

"Yeah. There's nothing institutionally wrong with that. If that's all it's worth..."

and shows how cold Imelda's eyes freeze in an instant.

Rather than being grumpy... somehow, I felt something close to killing...

Well, I don't think that's that big of a deal.

"Does Javier also have a side room or concubine?

"If I were..."

Zuluri...... and a handax appeared from under the table.

"I will stab you in the stomach with a wasp's hand"

"... I guess not... Javier, you seem like the type to take great care of your wife... haha"

It was that big of a deal...... didn't you swing the mess to kill me?

Contempt, disgust, and physiological discomfort. I represent it on my face without hiding anything like it.

I've never seen Imelda hold a blade before... that's horrible. As a piece of wood at one end, I think I can do it outside the city gates.

From what I've heard, polygamy is admitted, but you don't seem to have a very good impression. In particular, I don't feel that the tracing problem has been taken seriously.

Even though neither Imelda nor Estella are single daughters, neither parent is trying to get a son............ Speaking of which.

"Can Estella get multiple son-in-laws, too?

"You can't."

He was denied summary answers on the matter, even though he said that bigamy was permitted.

"Marriage itself is suspicious in such choosy milk."

"No, not in person qualities, institutionally?

Because there's a certain number of people who say it's okay to choose milk.

You're not...

"You can't do that either."

"It's possible for a man to get multiple daughters. But not the other way around?

"She's a good laugher, such as her husband, who has a loose sense of chastity. Besides, if there were more than one son-in-law, bone meat feuds would be a must in the matter of tracing… there could be no such thing as a people welcoming a spark of visible feuds."

Every inhabitant wants a peaceful life.

I can't even see the day there's a power struggle in the realm.

"Bigamy is allowed as a 'only' system, but how the public takes it is another story"

"Just because it's not illegal doesn't mean it's like moving on."

"Yep. Besides, don't you think it's the universal love of monogamy that's beautiful?

"That's how the residents' perceptions are changing."

"After all, I feel a little dishonest, polygamous."

"I don't know."

"Oh? Does Mr. Yashiro want to have more than one wife?

No way.

I'm sorry for multiple things, even though one person seems to be out of hand.

It's going to be an absolute pain in the ass. Sequence, yakimochi... it's a pain in the ass just thinking about it.

I love and am loved by one woman... what are you talking about me?

My thoughts lit me up a bit.

In the first place, I'm not getting married. It doesn't look good on you.

... I don't care about me.

Imelda's gaze increases sharpness because of my silence. It's like you're even trying to see my brain through clairvoyance.

... Stop. Don't look at me like that. What if there's a hole?

"Oh hon!

I kind of got some annoying air to wrap around, so I pinch one cough in.

... Damn, Imelda's guy... Damn, dammit.

"I want you to flip through previous stories and let me hear one"

Nobility must be human.

Even if it is not aristocratic, the species of man is seen slightly higher, with verses distinguished from the Beastman tribe.

Bigamy is institutionally permitted, and some nobles will be surrounded by siderooms and concubines around the Central District.

However, the Beasts can't even be side chambers and treat concubines well.

And bigamy is possible, even for ordinary people. However, that is not very ethically preferable….

In other words, there is no wonder that Wendy's family, an animal family, thinks that 'our daughter will be made a human concubine' or 'treated equally' in her marriage to a human Cylon.

And perhaps both Theron and Wendy are well aware of that.

Could this be... a pretty deep-rooted problem...

A little, the back of my chest is going to crush me by more severe emotions.

If we don't get out of the 42nd arrondissement, I'm sure Therons' marriage will go well. There's nothing wrong with that, you must be able to live a happy life.

Whatever, the lord is that Estella. There is no longer any discrimination in this 42nd arrondissement, which has also overcome the slum problem, and Estella should not let it.

But the problem is Wendy's parents that she lives in District 35.........

"Hey, Imelda. I don't care what you think. I don't mind if I don't have any certainty, so I want you to answer as you wish..."

I don't mind just being credible to the extent of public discourse.

I wanted to hear the opinions of people other than me.

"Do you think Cylon and Wendy's marriage is going to work?

"I think so."

Lightly, Imelda answers that.

Even as if it were natural.

And.

"Because will Mr. Yashiro move to be like that?

I was turned to a gaze of anticipation.

No, well... I'm gonna make sure it does.

That's not what I'm talking about, but an objective opinion...

"I want to be with whoever I want... as much as I want that feeling, I want whoever I want to be filled... I know how I feel about that, too, wax"

Two, peek at the soft look like a maiden.

Naturally...... Imelda is a girl too, I thought.

"I look forward to a happy ending for everyone."

"... don't expect too much from me. Because I'm a cautious person."

"Ugh... that's an interesting joke"

Hmm. You don't believe me.

I could hear what I wanted to hear, and somehow I could see the outline of the problem.

I take my seat and thank Imelda.

Then Imelda, who came to see me off to the front door, said this when she broke up.

"I'm glad you relied on me. Also, come and count on me anytime."

He had a refreshing smile, often visible in a clear blue sky.

When I'm happy with this, I don't even feel kind of bad about it... but I'm going to need some help again, and I thought I'd make it grandly sweet then.

Leaving Imelda's house, he returns to the Yangdu Pavilion.

Once inside the store...

"... Magda likes this"

"Ah! I was after that too! He's the biggest one, though slightly!

"Um, both of you. Because they are all the same size. Let's split it up."

It surrounded one table and the Ginettes were making some noise.

"What are you doing?

"Ah, Mr. Yashiro. Welcome home."

Ginette smiles at me. but Magda and Loretta seemed obsessed with what was placed on the table.

"Is that a cheese tart?

"Yes, the owner of" Lemon "brought it to me because he made a new one."

That was a slightly yellowish tart of rare cheese.

A cheese tart, about 8 cm in diameter, is nicely quartered.

"I thought we'd all eat together"

A small tart for one serving, finely chopped with a knife…

I wish you had eaten something like this. It's the size that you can finish eating in about two bites.

Split that up so finely...

"... Loretta later because these are things to choose from in cute order"

"It's terrible, Magda!? I'm no less cute than Magda, too!?

"Both of you. That's about it for all of us."

Hand out one cheese tart at a time before everyone else, hand in hand with Pong, Ginette says.

"When we all eat, it's delicious."

I was relieved somewhere to see Ginette smiling like a sunflower, without a hint of cloudiness.

At least...

Because I didn't even think there was room for crap discrimination here.