Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Shit."

Regina's first voice, which restored calm, was such a word.

"It's good to go, I'm scared to go home... No, I'm scared to go home."

"I don't know... I mean, you're an asshole, right?

"Who's" Dumb Daughter Is Cute "Ya!

Awesome. Positively received. Oh, no, this guy, he's positively paranoid.

We found Regina... or Regina captured us and forced us to reschedule.

I cling to her like a young daughter who found a living parting mother, giving up Regina, who cries woefully, forgiving her, and saying, "Let's just settle down somewhere and have something to drink... with Regina's luxury".

As soon as we got out onto the main street, we discovered a good parlor, and we entered the store to slip in, where the sun was warm and the wind was cool, and we were sitting on the corner of the open terrace drinking fresh juice. There was no coffee or tea, only booze or juice.

The atmosphere is like a coffee shop, but the range is like a bar.

"It's a nice shop"

"The streets are beautiful, so I guess I'll just have to put a table outside."

Aren't you interested in Regina's story, Ginette and Estella were shining their eyes at the so-called 'picturesque' atmosphere, where the parlor shop and bustling boulevards showed.

Near the Lords' Hall, he had the impression that the city was neat and beautiful combined with a calm atmosphere, but the boulevard is cluttered, messy and lively in a good way.

Looking out onto the street from the open terrace, standing signs and modest flower beds are an interesting accent, adding colour to the bustle of the boulevard.

Reminds me of the streets of Paris I used to see in movies. It has an old-fashioned, itchy style and elegance.

I guess it feels like Petite Champs-Elysées Street.

"... and that's not to say"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't listening."

"Hey!? Jibu! Please. Wow, homma. We talked terribly, but no!

It seems Regina was talking to herself while I was being made aware of the atmosphere on the boulevard. I wasn't listening at all.

"So, why are you in District 35?

"How about then!? I don't know... now listen to me properly!

Juzozo ~ Hey, drink up the carrot juice, Regina pinches one cough.

... but that carrot juice...............

"Actually..."

"Wow, you're so drooling, that juice"

"Listen, no, talk about people!

"Wow, that sounds crazy."

"Sure, it's bad! I want to soak up the" I'm Drinking Like This......, Nice Yan "but I think it's a drink developed just for you! Time to listen to us now!?

"Ah, but. Maybe this is what I like when I and this horse have a stomachache."

"Who broke my stomach horse Yanen!? What do you want with me? Tonnen!? It's a stylish drink for girls around the age! So, I don't care about that!

"You, how are you?"

"Whose fault is it!?

If they ask me whose fault it is...... is it Estella who pinched an irrelevant horse story along the way?

"Apologize, Estella"

"Why me!?

"I've been looking at Regina's tits for a while now."

"Become!? Oh, I haven't seen that much!?

"Do you want to take a look?!? What's wrong with you? Have you finally been infected yet?

Hey, 'infection', to what, Cora?

"No, because... I really said 'Tung is upward'..."

"What are you talking about!?

"Again, I realized how amazing Yashiro is..."

"Oh, that's crazy? I don't feel complimented at all for some reason."

"Um, Mr. Yashiro. Perhaps you haven't praised..."

My navel bends out a little to Estella's words, including disrespectful nuances.

Ginette talked to me like she cares... Hmm, I know that. Because I know, my navel bends.

"Ha... meeting and talking about the boobs early... the 42nd arrondissement may finally be at an end..."

Regina, a terminally ill patient who also left the group in the 42nd arrondissement, grieves.

I don't know, don't be upset when this guy tells you.

Or why are you pointing such a pitiful gaze 'at me'? Estella would be the one talking about tits.

"Thirty-five districts of Port Town... forty districts of wood dust, forty one districts of hunting... and forty two districts of boobs..."

"Will you stop that kind of impression manipulation, Regina!?

"No, wait, Estella!.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"None!

Tits rebelling against tits.

I bent my navel because I was a minority.

Don't bend your navel at a good age! I can't grow up!

"So, uh, Mr. Regina"

Ginette turns her gaze toward Regina as she strokes Estella's shoulder in trouble and forgives her.

Meanwhile, Cylon and Wendy said, "This juice is delicious." "Want a sip of this one, too?" and scattered Icharab's distractions around him. Yeah, ignore these guys! Don't come into my sight, it's unpleasant!

I turn my mind to Ginette's story.

"What kind of 'firepowder' were you talking about earlier?

"Oh, is that it? You want to see? You want to see? Wait a minute."

Are you happy that you've been shaken up, or Regina starts fishing for the bag with her specialty?

"What's" firepowder "?

"I was wondering if you were asking the homma!? I did the main part of the story!

Regina comes peeling her eyes and accusing me, but I can't help what I didn't hear.

Giving up and explaining it one more time would be called adult manners.

"Ha... let's be honest........................................................."

This lookout exhales with a big breath, and Regina waves her wearing.

"Well, yeah. I want to talk to you again."

From the bag, remove the small cloth bag and place it on the table. I feel like I've seen it and it has some kind of powder in it. Like this, I feel like I'm being pulled by gravity because I feel like, "Shit..."

"Honma doesn't want to come this far. But the pedestrian who's making it our... Oh, this is a merchant outside, a merchant from a different organization than the merchant guild... Anyway, the pedestrian told me, 'If you're coming to get it, I'll give you the firepowder.'"

"So you came all the way out here to get it? For your drawstrings."

"Don't you dare! The 35th arrondissement stops, and there are quite a few vendors out there who say that they carried it when they got there."

"From there to the Central District, doing business and going straight home by boat... instead of going far to the 42nd District, don't be a complete stopover"

"SEYANE! Saya, what I want from Homma is a little impossible. But come get it so far Akan... hundreds of millions of robberies and wow..."

Then you can't tell this guy that you can live in District 35...

Leaving Regina in such a vibrant neighborhood would surely melt away in about three days. If there's bioenergy or something like that, I'm sure this city and Regina have the opposite nature.

That's right. Sounds like Bunashimeji doesn't grow on the beaches of the South.

So, if not... 10,000 year old single Osama accidentally gets lost in a lighted date spot on Christmas Eve, it cuts gas gas life, like. It's enough damage to make the Poison Marsh a luxury resort.

Regina is such a creature that she talks to the dust with her knees in a more jittery place, and that establishes her presence as Regina for the first time.

"You pitiful bastard"

"What the hell, from a stick to a stick"

"But it's a big deal just to get here"

"If you do it normally, go around in the carriage yard. It's on the right..."

A little cloudy with words, Regina with an embarrassing look on her face. At the end of that gaze is a small cloth bag placed on the table.

"In short, I got through the tense on the 'fire powder' desire, but you weren't even on your way home with that momentum gone"

"Well, to put it bluntly, you know what?"

Haha, Regina head to head to delude.

Shortly afterwards, Regina stood up, rode herself out, took my hand sitting across the street, and held on tight. That's already with such a serious look that desperation seeps out.

"Saya, please. Take me home...... Huh!

"You... what would you have done if you hadn't met us?

"Probably dead."

What the lightness of that early Family-Con fucking life.

There will be so much unplanned.

"Honestly, when we see our faces, we usually don't even have to believe it. Thank God for the Spirit."

"... you don't believe me."

"We're foreigners."

"Well, yeah"

"But from today on, the Spirit God mecha believes, super believes, all the time!

"... maybe, but I think its' Spirit God 'no-thanksgiving"

He said he's going to believe everything...

"That's how you wanted to get it, what do you mean by firepowder?"

A half-assed, creepy look Estella throws a question at Regina, who holds my hand with both hands and sends an enviable glance at God like a devout believer.

Or I can't seem to help but worry about the contents of the firepowder.

Actually, I'm interested in what I'm like, too.

'Cause it's Fire Powder, right?

It's just red powder, "I opened the lid and it was powdered chili"... I just hope there's no cock.

"Do you care after all? Will it be? Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh."

"Ah... maybe you shouldn't have asked"

Regina's "I've been waiting!" Estella frowns when she sees the full Doya face.

Regina also seemed to want to brag to someone about the firepowder she had struggled to get.

Well, anyway. It's what Regina wants, so I guess it's something she can't even afford.

"Oh, there's only one caveat before I show it to you"

I hang my finger on a string that is tightening the mouth of a small cloth bag, and Regina looks around at us with a serious face.

You look like a professional when it comes to handling medicines. You're the one who's gonna regret not listening to this seriously.

"Just be careful, guys."

That's all I said, Regina untied the little cloth bag.

"Description, that's cluttered!?

"Oh, you know, Mr. Regina. What should we be aware of!?

"Well, well. If you look, you'll see."

"So before you see it, you're telling me what to look out for!

"Look at this red powder."

"Listen, people talk!?

There's no such thing as a person who doesn't listen to people.

When someone is talking, you should stop thinking once and focus on the story! It's no exaggeration to say that someone who can say "I wasn't listening" or anything that's fine is missing something important in his head!

"Beautiful red."

"You have a very small grain. But... I'm not really sarcastic, am I?

Ginette and Estella peek into the cloth bag Regina opened and showed.

Don't take a peek into what Regina said about "be careful" without being alert often.

In contrast to the two frowning on both sides of me, I pulled a chair and pulled half a stride.

From a distance, it looks like powder beads.

Even if I put that in a bag, I'd feel good if I rubbed the cucumber. Maybe I'll try it next time.

"Well, look at that."

Estella on Ginette, plus Cylon and Wendy, all standing and staring at Regina.

"That's kind of exciting"

Ginette standing beside me says that.

No, I'm not excited about anything... well, I guess I'm interested.

Regina took only a small amount of firepowder out of the bag once she had her gaze over everyone.

Just a little bit of firepowder on your index finger, like stuffing sugar, and showing us that.

Regina's index finger, white as enochidake, is dyed red only at the tip.

"I rub this... under pressure..."

Saying, Regina meets her thumb and index finger in a slightly sloppy motion. Pick the firepowder in such a way that it moves to rub your fingers...... then.

Boo!

and suddenly the flames rose from Regina's fingertips.

The momentum was so awesome that I could accidentally turn my body back and almost fall off the chair.

I didn't fall because Ginette and Estella, surprised by the sudden flames as well, cling to me from left to right.

I feel a lot of elasticity on my right elbow.

On the left elbow........................... is that it? Is that... is that it?

"It's discrimination... it's left elbow discrimination... it's terrible disparity from the right elbow... Huh!

"Ugh, shut up!? Your right elbow is just being generous!?

"Right elbow?... What, come on!?

In Estella's remarks, she realized Ginette was' hitting 'and jumped out in a hurry.

Oh...... Left followed by right elbow to Succuska too......

"Sukkaska both left and right..."

"... Me, I haven't jumped out yet?

Whether Estella is there or not, it is no different to the reality that is Sukkaska.

It's sad...

"We... people want to show us corners, funny things, but we still talk about tits... how much do you like it?

"The only person who likes tits is Yashiro!

"... 'Welcome! City of Tits, to District 42'"

"I won't hire a catch copy like that, so hey!?

Estella dismisses my nice catch copy lightly.

Tourists, I think there will be more.

"But you're a dangerous object, what's that 'fire powder'?"

It burned up violently just by applying a light pressure.

Regina's got a 'fire powder' full of little cloth bags on hand... even if I say it's small, it's powder, so there 'll still be a fair amount of that. About 500 grams...

If that burns up all at once... I just put a little on my fingertips. That firepower... maybe the city will go away.

"Are you going to make it even with weapons of mass destruction?

"Oh and more. I don't want to make it, it's such a mess. In the first place, this firepowder looks fancy, but it doesn't have any firepower."

"Really?

"Seya. The temperature is precisely dozens of degrees... like a sleeping futon."

"Wow, that sounds nice warm"

Hearing there was no danger, Estella stroked her breasts down in a ho and Ginette giggled with pleasure.

Flames that are just flashy. Probably something "flaming".

"So you can't burn anything with that flame just now?

"No, don't. If it burns easily, it will ignite, and if the amount is different, it will burn."

Isn't it dangerous after all?

"What do you use it for, like this"

"Yay, mix this a little with your pills...... the moment you take it, the flame comes out of your mouth and says, 'Boo!' What!"

"Let me do it!?

"'What!? It was hard!?' Cause the people around you are gonna be surprised?

"So let me do it!?

Asshole. I knew it, he was an asshole.

For such a small story, did you force yourself to go away, this guy?

If I suck, I could lose my life in this city.

"Well, we have business too, so it's time to go. Oh, Regina. A treat."

"Wait! In Akan!? Leave me alone!? Are you taking me home for the afterlife?

"Hey, I'm sorry... our carriage, it's an eight-person..."

"I can ride!? Mecha, I can ride!? We still have extra seats to put in!?

Regina's kind of fine today.

I guess that's all I'm desperate for.

"Mr. Yashiro."

Gently, Ginette peeks into my face.

And...

"... right?

Bring such a short sound to me.

... what the fuck. Are you trying to control me with just one letter like that?

There's so much sweet thinking about manipulating me like that.

Not at all......

"... just this once."

"Yes."

Damn...... thanks for the disturbing pace.

Come on, we need to take action so it doesn't get flushed.... you can't have a weakness on me.

That's right.

It's not because Ginette told me anything.

If it's in my interest, I'll go ahead and help people.

If consideration is to be paid there. Or if there's something equivalent to that.

"Regina, if you'll split that powder a little, I'll carry you to District 42."

"Yeah... but well, can't you replace your belly on your back... kamaheh. I'd like to split it a little. If it's gone, ask me again."

"All right, we have a deal."

And I'll shake hands with Regina.

Fire powder?

If used successfully, it could be used to perform something for a wedding.