Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

We rented a big carriage from Javier in the 40th arrondissement, and we were going for the 35th arrondissement.

"Ugh... I kind of miss my head..."

Ginette is holding the top of her head.

It didn't get thinner.

I removed the fake contact angle of the lavender I had on my head just before I switched to this carriage because it shriveled.

I guess I'm feeling somewhat lonely with what was there until just now.

"Millie's going to make me a dry flower, so don't do that."

"That's right..."

"Better than just let it dry up like that, right?

Millie offered me a shriveled lavender.

They make it a dry flower and bring it to the Sun Deception Pavilion at a later date.

"... Yes. Right."

After a little thought, Ginette grinned firmly, though seemingly lonely.

"I miss you a little bit, but I can stand it if I think I've had some fun first"

This next time Millie brings me lavender, I guess this guy will be thrilled.

Just like when I made you a pseudo-tentacle.

"You can rejoice twice with one flower. That's a good deal."

"Sure. If you ask me that, you are. Ugh."

Ginette completely wiped out the look that was sinking and turned her gaze out the window.

I look at the flowing scenery with pleasure.

I looked up at the ceiling, not out the window. Keep your body for a long time, so that it falls off and leads to your back.... Oh, this weakness feels good.

The seats in this carriage are so comfortable.

Combined with a pleasant shake, it induces drowsiness.

The only people in the car right now are me, Ginette, Estella, and Cylon and Wendy.

Imelda had business at her parents' house, and Millie went back to her work when she arrived in the fortieth district.

Natalia is to remain in Javier's Hall and take Estella's carriage turn. I'll use the carriage on my way home, so let me put it down for a while.

You can't just throw a round there to look after a horse.

That's why we switched to a big carriage, and we spend the rest of our time in relaxed seats.

Javier lent me a very stable big carriage for eight. I can feel that luxurious, like I'm renting out a riding carriage.

That should be called a wooden guild, the beautiful wooden body is sophisticated by the artistic, and on top of that it performs impeccably. Money is what I want to spend.

"Oh...... I thought I'd start with a wooden guild"

"What!?

The comfort of the ride leaks out of my mouth all over the carriage seat without any other love bullshit.

But I overheard it, and Ginette grabbed my arm in a panic.

"Oh, um... Ya, palm, palm... Um... Ya, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm, palm..."

On my finger grabbing my sleeve, I said, 'KIUUUUUUUUUU!' And the power comes in.

Half-crying big eyes stare at me.

"No... just kidding, right?

"Is that true?...... good."

Did you really think I was going to quit the Yang Dai Pavilion and get woody, Ginette gave me a heartfelt relief look?

That can't be true.

"I knew you had that conversation with Imelda in the carriage..."

I had to tip my neck to a word that would have been uttered almost unconsciously.

With Imelda?

I mean............ no way.

I'm marrying Imelda and I'm taking over the woodcutter guild, what a story you thought lifted up?

Hey, man! Because it's impossible!

Why would I join a nobleman?

Aristocrats are us scammers' ducks, people you shouldn't have in you by mistake! Rich people are always being targeted by crooks. If it bothers you, I won't.

... Scammer, huh?

To tell the truth, it's a subtle place to be honest.

I can tell you that a con artist to me is not just a 'profession', it's almost a 'way of life' anymore. Deciding it wasn't all... after all, I don't care what you think.

I don't care who takes the initiative. I don't want to fatten my personal belly through fraud. But I can't say "I'm not a fraud anymore" because that's why.

Because that must be irresponsible.

I was and will probably always be a con man, and the part of my sexual roots remains a rotten con man.

Face it, until one day I can forgive myself...... I'm sure I'll remain a fraud.

So.

Because that's why.

Well, what... I can't quit the Yangdu Pavilion. I mean, I can't get another job. I mean... there's no one else that's as gullible as Ginette, and it's still going to be worth using, and that's why...

I'm not leaving Ginette yet.

It's for my own good.

The ground can't be too hard. The more stable the ground, the bigger things can be built. Yeah, yeah.

"Uh-huh... Ginette."

"Yes."

"... because that's not the case"

"Heh...? Ah....... Yes"

The conversation was getting poorly tempered because of a little too late.

Thanks to this, Ginette couldn't instantly determine what she was talking about... after a little thought, she broke up with him as if she was relieved.

... Is it my assumption that you look just a little happy?

Somehow embarrassing.

But it's more embarrassing to be enlightened.

So while I was a little masochistic, I made the choice of making the scene a little joke.

"Mostly. Wouldn't it suit you if I were noble? Hey, Estella?

"I don't think so."

............... is that it?

'That's right. If you do something noble, that's the gag ~! Egg ~ Egg ~ Egg ~ Egg ~ Egg ~ ( Laughter)'

I expected a reaction like...

Contrary to expectations, Estella has come across words of denial. It's also instant. Just a little, grumpy.

Why not?

Huh...?

"Me," "Noble," "Doesn't Fit"... "Hey, Estella"...

"You don't have words in there that remind me of lactating milk anywhere!?

"We all have no idea what they're complaining about!?

That's crazy.

I can't believe Estella gets upset, even though it's about the time I milk teased her...

"If you were a hero, you'd be a fine nobleman."

"Yep. So do I."

Wendy and Cylon, sitting across the slope, stare at me and say that.

He's kind of going to compliment me, but I don't care if the two of you at 'Savings - No' tell me... these guys, they don't know to deny anyone else, and their brains are highly probable and pompous and cheerful. Well, that's not helpful.

"Heroes possess elegance and majesty, and above all, the charisma that attracts many does not allow other followers. If you are like a hero, I'm sure the ministers will gladly give their lives and dedicate themselves for the hero."

"The life of a minister is beyond my grasp. Am I an evil god?"

It's not a sacrifice.

I am frightened by Theron, who praises me for his great praise. Praising you for being awesome is the first majesty a con man can make himself look big.

If you're a fraud, that's what we all do.

Really, all the people in this world are aligned... if we take them to Japan, they're going to be scammed.

"That's what heroes say... but I, I sometimes think unexpectedly"

When I stop Theron, next to him, Wendy squeals like she's staring far away.

"If a hero were to become an aristocrat and rule some district, I'm sure the city would be an unbeatable, lovely neighborhood... the hero has a strange charm that makes me expect that"

That's again... you're out big.

With the authority of royalty, there's no way you can make a city better than the Central District, where you can suck wealth up unlimited from the entire district. There's nothing better than luxury with someone else's money.

I don't know what it tastes like to eat at a sushi restaurant with no price on it, but I can fully indulge in the luxury of others. That's what it is.

That means you can't have the luxury of going beyond royalty with your efforts.

Anyway, the royal family comes in money even when they're asleep.

Oh, I envy you.

"Me, shall we start royalty?

"Um... that's not something you can try to get started with, is it?

Ginette reacts differently than she did when she was a wooden guild.

I don't seem to show any haste for what I find to be an obvious joke.

"Oh, come on!

Meanwhile.

There is a woman who raised her bare voice. It's a choice... it's egrella.

"Egrera"

"Estella. Yikes!

The look that was floating somewhere blows away in an instant. but soon Estella softens and calms down again.

Looking at me with a thin smile, like expecting something.

"In fact, what do you think?

"What is it?

"So... Ya, Yashiro, be lord... I mean, if he is... the... yes! If Yashiro is a lord, do you think District 42 would be a good city?

Did he change his question on the way over?

If it's a question that you can ask, it's not a question from the beginning.

...... it's hard to answer...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... You gotta take the gag as a gag. That's right, this air.

Damn, already...

"I can't be a lord."

"If it does, it does."

"But I can't do what I can't."

".................. well"

The look on Estella's face disappears.

So you're not talking about taking it that heavy...

"If I were to be lord............ the whole family would be de lactating!

"Who's de lactating!?

"To break the curse of the lord clan, Estella, you get a son-in-law with big tits!

"What's a son-in-law with big tits?!?

"You might be there if you look, wouldn't you? I Cup Man."

"Even if you were there, I wish you would!?

What a stubborn rejection, Estella.... Now the curse on the Lords' clan is going to last a while...

Estella gives birth to a son, and the only way for him to get his daughter-in-law is to have a hell of a breast implant... but there's also a chance that the choice gene outweighs the breast implant gene...

"In the meantime, you're looking forward to your grandchildren's generation!

"Because the current lord hasn't given up anything at all yet either!?

Such, where Estella's indomitable spirit was shown, the carriage slowly slowed down.

"Your horse's legs are slower, as if to deny Estella's intentions altogether"

"It doesn't matter to me, does it?!? We just got to our destination, right?!?

The parked carriage door opens from the outside to prove Estella was right.

It was not Javier's man who opened the door... but the woman in the right uniform who had never seen it. Some emblem is embroidered on my chest.

Obviously, a nobleman.

"Lord of the thirty-fifth arrondissement, near Lucia Suarez. Don't be coarse."

In the meantime, Estella's going to give me an earful punch.

... you mean I'm the one who seems the most coarse to have been noticed first? You're out of your mind.

Keep your eyes peeled at the person you shouldn't coarsely phase as you hold on to your emotions.

Brown skin catches my eye. Unlike the oriental atmosphere like the cook Osina in the forty-first district, I would say healthier...... well, to put it bluntly, I get the impression that it looks strong.

Lips tightly tied to sharp eyes that try to shoot people. The boobs were... ooh... stuck out like I wanted to say thank you unexpectedly. Perhaps, the F-Cup!

"I'm hearing it from Mr. Javier, what's the story? Welcome to District 35. I'm glad you're having enough fun, I am."

For a moment, I thought it was a hard word, but it was just a snail.

He seemed to have the illusion that it was a dignified way of talking because of his posture and grandeur.

It's called 'Do It Fun'...

"Thanks for the welcome, Gilberta"

"Mm-hmm. It's been a long time since I've seen you again, I'm happy, I am. Looks like you've become a lord, I think you'll get more, an opportunity to meet, who you are. More in the future, I'm sure."

"At that time, thank you."

"Mm-hmm. It should be nice to meet you, my master, and of course me"

The brown beauty who welcomed me seems to be named Gilberta. It's kind of a tough name. Well, it looks good when it comes to it...

But when I'm listening to these guys talk, I don't feel so chipped.

"Hey, Estella. This Catacotto girl is near the lord, and you're the lord, right? Why isn't that a tribute over there? I feel like I've seen something. It's reciprocal, right?

"Gilberta is Lucia's favorite. So you better not make waves. Besides, I don't care."

I feel like there's a limit to not caring... if you're dealing with Frank against anyone, you could get licked. I have to tighten where I tighten.

... Nevertheless, "shouldn't we make waves"?

"... are you scared, what's that Lucia?

"As much as I want to block your mouth now, even if it's somewhat forceful,"

You seem so scared that you shouldn't say something like "Are you scared," a lord of the thirty-fifth district.

Let's be careful not to say bad things.

With that in mind, we got off the carriage as prompted.

"In the meantime, can I say hello?"

"Make sure you don't have a crude phase."

He whines as he leaves the carriage and tells me Estella stabs him in the nail.

You'll push too much precautions...... don't you trust me that much, I...

"Uh, Mr. Gilberta, is that it?

"... what?

A sharp gaze, like a soldier, is pointed.

That's a pretty intimidating face. A hunk of alertness… or it feels like he's releasing his killer in all directions.

As someone who protects his lord, maybe this is the right attitude.

Though...

"No Face"

"Crude!

Estella suddenly pulled my collar off with honest thoughts. Thanks to this, my neck is squeezed and my breathing stops. About a second. Danger, I almost couldn't say anything from there.

"... (Wouldn't there be a 'no' to the first woman I met!? Look at that! You're lightly snagged!

When I turned my gaze to Gilberta when I was told, I was looking diagonally down with my thin lips twisted out.

Oh, really. It's a little snaggy.

"...... (Follow me! Quick!)"

My back is gouged by Estella, who whispers but hurries in a strong tone, and I turn to Gilberta again.

Freshly Followed...

"You have brilliant tits"

"I wanted to be crude!?

No, it's my first meeting. It seems like a compliment to look at, but that's all I can find. Come on.

"But, Estella. Wouldn't it be rude for a woman to see you all of a sudden, 'pretty' but 'nice'? It feels light-hearted. So not just on the tip of your mouth, but on the strength of the person you really seem to be..."

"Nothing more rude than 'stunning tits' is!?

"In fact, though it would be brilliant tits!

"Don't point at your tits!

While interacting with Estella like that, Gilberta was staring at me with sharp eyes like a soldier.

There is no bare gesture that can illuminate, and the expression remains unchanged in any way.

... angry, huh?

"My tits, brilliant, my...?

Gilberta says quietly, then grabs a fist.

"You did it, I think!

"Happy!?

Estella was unexpectedly stuck in Gilberta's reply.

Come on, Estella. Don't be coarse.

But he's got no grasp. I'm lacking in expression, but it doesn't mean it won't change at all, it looks scary and it's missing somewhere...

"Hey, Estella."

"What?

"Is it also the rule that proximity to a lord has to be a weird guy?

"... I'll tell Natalia that word."

Oops...... sounds like you accidentally put up a spark.

When it comes to lords, I somehow always feel drawn to Baba.... Let's be careful.

"A lot of people in here, nice to meet you. Greeting, I am."

With that said, Gilberta turned to us and came to us with the right bow at the fold.

"It's Gilberta Eckert, I am. I'm doing it under Lucia, the foreman."

Does the foreman mean Natalia as a position?

I don't even feel like the lords of this world are sidelining their favorites by ignoring everything they have to do, like family patterns, achievements, gender... but I'm sure they don't seem to be picking people for preference or drunkenness. I guess he deserves enough credit as a bodyguard.

Natalia does.

"Gilberta. I'd like to say hello to Mr. Lucia, but can I ask you to meet me? I want to thank you for keeping the carriage."

With a friendly grin, when Estella offered, Gilberta turned her sharp gaze towards us.

I stare at all the faces and narrow my eyes.

... what?

It's as if the discomfort of being trampled on springs up from the back of your chest.

"... are you all human...?

All of a sudden, we couldn't say a word.

'Human' - that means words like that come out...

Unintentionally, my gaze turned to Wendy. Estella seems to be trying not to look at it, but Ginette and Theron seem to have seen it "stick" just like me.

Wendy wears her usual hat.

Within District 42, I occasionally take my hat off and expose myself less to tentacles...... I am wearing a hat straight and deep in my heart today. Leaving the 42nd arrondissement means that you are consciously doing so.

When you offered to say "I want to say hello," did you say "are they all human"?

I mean, the Beasts and the Bugs, they can't even get you to meet them?

Lord who governs this district... to the nobles.

"Unfortunately, due to the busy schedule, it is difficult to see Lucia. Don't worry, the carriage. Protect what you're asked to do, stay strong."

"Right...... I haven't missed you in a long time... well, you have no choice. I'll take care of the carriage, then."

"Please. I'll make sure to do it, I will."

Gilberta stretches her chest all the time to leave it to me.

Fighting and all that super-strong attitude.

But somehow... they refused to see me, huh?

Slightly, discomfort precipitates at the bottom of the belly.

Busy, and I don't know if they're true... but it sounded like a message: 'If you don't meet certain conditions, you won't be allowed to see me'.

Are you a great person, like someone who can poke conditions at you, and who's Lucia?

Ha... aren't you superior?

Little by little, I get frustrated inside me.... I thought

"Sorry."

- and.

You perceived my displeasure, and Gilberta accidentally uttered an apology.

A sharp gaze is staring at me without bluffing.

"I know how you feel, yours. But no offense, to Master Lucia. To me, either."

Gilberta's eyes are complaining that there's a reason she can't stop, which just seems a little sadly different.

And my head was quietly lowered.

"Please, I want you to know, people with tits"

"Who's the boob guy!?

I accidentally stuck it in.

You ruined the serial air in an instant just now, Oi!?

What kind of recognition do you have for me?

"What, 'who'... Yashiro, wouldn't there be anyone but you?

"It's weird, a lot of people"

Give Estella a nice nickname to say things she doesn't want in a serious face.

That clenched fist, turn to your own far-fetched remarks.

"Today, I have an appointment for a secret meeting, Master Lucia. We can't show it to outsiders, we can't show it to outsiders."

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

"No, can I talk to you?

"About what?

"Doesn't" intimate "mean you shouldn't talk out of your mouth?

".......................................................... Ha!?

I just noticed!? - With a face like that, Gilberta gets stiff.

... Ah, there's one here too, asshole's daughter.

"… induced interrogation"

"It would totally be your suicide bomber"

I didn't say a word about guidance or anything.

"Really, Doji, I... tiptoe, do"

With a reflective face, Gilberta grips her fist and puts it overhead.

And then I shook my fist down with my head hanging on it.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Dangerous!?

When I could pull my neck toward him, my fist passed my nose tip.

A layer of compressed air strokes his face, clogging his breath for a moment. I had a slight tinnitus, and after my arm passed, I said "... GO!" and there was a terrible sound.

"... Kotsun, you can't run away, boob guy"

"Why me!? It would be a trick on my head when I fail!? I don't need to do that!" Ngogashisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss "

"When you shock your brain... disappear"

"What!?

"Memory?"

"Tilt your little neck cute, and don't let the horror slip you away!

What outrage.

He tried to make his own scandal into something that wasn't about erasing the other person's memory.

Horrible... Until horrible, she's an asshole's daughter.

From the look on my face right now, I can't feel any offense. Seriously, I look at you saying that I think that's the best thing to do right now.

"Oh, um... I'll forget what I just heard, so can you stop imitating the rough hand?

Grab my arm gently, and Ginette appeals to Gilberta.

The thin voice trembles slightly, and the hand that grabs my arm is bound to have strength. Probably a little scary. Still,... I guess this is meant to protect me.

In fact, Gilberta's gaze is shifting from me to Ginette.

A sharp eye like a hawk captures a rabbit-sharp ginet.

The sharp gaze dropped unexpectedly.

".................. the boob guy"

"Wha!?

Gilberta squeaks as she gazes at her breasts.

Ginette, who noticed where her gaze was going, hastily hid her chest, but was pushed against her arm and left unnecessarily jealous.

They're both good jobs!

"A man with boobs, both of them..."

"Ahhh! I'm not!?

I dye my cheeks and desperately deny it Ginette... but I say 'is'... I'm not, either, am I?

"Maybe it's full of people with boobs, District 42 is"

"Will you stop, having that kind of wrong perception!?

Leaving it unattended could spread strange rumors, so Estella's proposal led us to introduce ourselves.

... In doing so, I somehow said, "Damn, it's Yashiro's fault!" and irrational anger was directed at me............ I'm not convinced.

"Mm-hmm. Understood, I... I remember the name, yours."

Staring in turn to check each person's face, Gilberta nods.

And I'll point it in Ginette's order.

"Yashiro with tits. Tits Ginette"

"Can you stop remembering that!?

Gently ignoring Ginette complaining in tears, Gilberta's fingers soothe, descend.

"Ginette's Tits"

"Please stop!?

Uh-huh... I think this is exactly what the crude phase is about...

"Chitty Estella"

"Is that a declaration of war, Gilberta?

Estella blinks quickly with trivial things. They point out the facts and make blues.

Damn, you're in trouble for making a scene everywhere you go.

Javier's carriage was transported to him by his lord as he spoke to his somewhat unusual foreman, Gilberta.

What a luxurious mansion right next door, at a glance I can tell it's the lord's hall.

A building with a slightly stiff image that exudes majesty and character.

District 35 is a port town close to the sea, so I thought it would be a more cheerful city... I still get the strong impression that it seems to be disciplined.

Maybe a brick path lined up undisturbed reminds me of that.

It seems normal for the Lords' Hall to be built a little off the boulevard... well, the Lords' Hall is not a tourist attraction, and naturally something will go wrong if you build it along the boulevard... the Lords' Hall in District XXXV does not leak as an example and is built in a quiet place.

We're going through the boulevard and going for Wendy's home. Okay, well, you're a little interested in what kind of city it is.

The calm buzz in District 42 isn't bad either, but there's still something heartwarming about this kind of big city mess.

Maybe the blood of the festive nation Japanese is making a scene.

Well, I hate people trash, but it's not a problem for viewing from afar.

"Well, it's time to go"

Gilberta and Estella, who were confirming the receipt of the carriage, speak to us at the end of the conversation.

I can't relax much because I'm scheduled for a day trip.

I don't want to be too late, albeit for a few hours each way. It's going to sound tomorrow.

I want to meet Wendy's parents and install a wedding attendance if I can.

If that works, I'd also like to say hello to the lord of the 35th arrondissement... I can't read the time.

Anyway, I've never been over to act fast.

"Bye, Wendy. Will you show me around?"

"Yes.... a little, I feel heavy......"

Wendy sparks lightly.

Did you think of your family and feel a little down... family, are you that bad...

"This is an interesting phenomenon...... I find it interesting, I am"

Looks like Gilberta was intrigued by the patchy and glowing Wendy.

He looks at his sharp and pointy gaze.

"Oh, um... hey, I don't know, sorry"

Wendy, stared at by Ji, doesn't know what to do and takes the mysterious action of apologizing for now.

I do, but I don't even know what that means. That I apologize.

"Tits, normally, you"

"Shh... sorry, I don't know... normal"

Yeah, yeah.

Something I apologize for without meaning, right?

It's Gilberta who should apologize in this case.

"Looking at you reminds me of someone I saw this morning, I am"

Gilberta uses both hands to begin describing the person she sees.

"First thing in the morning, I was a woman in a boarding carriage from the 42nd arrondissement... a little bigger than her patchy glowing, with her tits steadily upwards"

"What!? Regina is in this city!?

"How can you identify people just by boob info?!?

Estella speaks up, surprised at me.

No, it's a little bigger than Wendy's and when it comes to upwards, Regina, I just thought it was pretty good.

But it's highly unlikely that my predictions are being met.

Because there's no way Regina, a severe pull that has bewitched people, could come to such a distant neighborhood.

I'm sure it's someone else.

"The woman, I recall, was just wearing such clothes, I"

Gilberta refers to Wendy as "such".

Wendy's clothes are always black to avoid sunlight.

A simple shirt on a fluffy skirt. It weaves a seemingly soft stall over it. And an umbrella on a big hat by the side. That's Wendy's outfit now... a woman in a similar outfit to this?

"... after all, is it Mr. Regina?

"No way..."

In response to Gilberta's words, Ginette and Estella face to face.

If we only connect the information together, an unlimited number of figures close to Regina will emerge.

But it's hard to believe that Regina is coming this far by herself...

In the end, the conversation calmed down because it would be someone else who felt similar, and we started walking towards Wendy's home.

Split with Gilberta and head for the main street.

Come on, if you cross one more alley, it's a boulevard, where...

"Akan............ all the strangers.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

... I found Regina.

"I can't believe it..."

"Absolutely... I really can't believe I can identify people with just breast information... not human moves"

"No, I don't care about that!? Rather, that's the level anyone can take."

"It's impossible but you!?

Stupid thing!

Bike lovers can even tell the type of car by the sound of the engine, and sommeliers can only place their origin by the smell of wine!?

Even boobs, if you keep an eye on them, this much is before breakfast!

More than that, I'm surprised Regina's out there!

It could be a foretaste of a metamorphosis!?

"... hmm?.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The five of us perceive our signs that were solidifying, and Regina looks back at us.

And his face, which was half crying, turned into a dazzling smile as if he had found hope.

"Mecha, I missed you. Oh, my God!"

Regina has been rushing with tremendous momentum and the momentum has jumped as it is.

The scent from the shaken hair smells like a unique drug...... yeah, definitely Regina.

I wonder how scared I was to be alone. Regina, shuddering and semi-crying, hugged me and Estella with such strength that she had never shown before, and then held her captive for more than a dozen minutes.