Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Further down through the gorgeous boulevard. The scent of the tide gradually softens, instead stepping into an area with a sweet scent of flowers.

The city of District 35 becomes a little quieter and calmer as it leaves the city gate. Well, it's possible to replace it with 'I'm going to miss you'.

Still, that's District 35.

Even if the streets are reduced and the streets are lonely, they look smaller and more beautiful than the 42nd arrondissement.

There's so much difference...... District 42 is still to come. Yeah.

"There's a big flower garden ahead of us, and it's home to all kinds of insects, including the Magpies."

Wendy, who goes ahead, explains it like a travel agent clerk.

No heart, or your expression looks sunny. After all, I wonder why the air in my hometown is a calming thing.

"The flowers that bloom in this garden store very sweet honey, and it's the statuses of the young bugs who drink that honey here."

Crepe in Harajuku, like?

The tip Wendy points to is a small high hill, whose gardens and dots are yet to be seen.

But the good smell of flowers has already filled the area. The more intoxicating it seems, the darker it smells.

"It smells good."

"As a woman, you can't help but be heartbroken."

Ginette and Estella are having a fun conversation.

Girls, I guess it smells like this. I think I'm a little too tight... well, I like Aroma and whoever I like. For stylish girls, maybe it's just about here.

".................. Kussa. Turn your nose. Wow.

"Yeah. You must be, Regina"

Regina picks her nose with dignity by the time she's clean, no matter who she is.

I thought you might be from this side.

"Wendy was drinking honey in the garden?

Ginette leaks a laugh at the scent of flowers and the warm cheerfulness of dust.

Taking the stall off to a slightly sweaty temperature, Wendy shook her head small to such a ginet inquiry.

"No, because I left here at a much younger age. And..."

And turn your gaze to Theron next door.

"It's fashionable for a couple to drink honey here."

"All right, Regina. The use of" Fire Powder "has been decided."

"I know how you feel, but restrain yourself. If there's a fire in the garden, the import of firepowder is banned."

Shit... no.

"Bye, Mr. Wendy. This might be the first time you've had a drink."

"Heh..."

Ginette, who joins hands and says in a blessed voice. Doesn't feel moderate and looks purely happy with that fact.

Wendy, too, broke up with words like that, stared at Theron and murmured "... yes".

Cylon and Wendy, with their gaze bumped, were both shyly leaning down and dyeing their cheeks peachy.

"All right, Regina. The use of" Fire Powder "has been decided."

"That's crazy. I think I just heard that you've come this far to congratulate these two. Are you out of your mind?

Damn...... this icharab couple...... 's, shouldn't a man burn them too?

It's sad! Oh, lament!

"Oh, I see it. Garden!"

What do you care, Estella, you're expecting more flowers than Ginette. Forward like a dog who likes to walk too much. If they were connected by a lead, they wouldn't even hate to be strangled. "Pean! It would be."

"Don't be so happy."

"Oh, you can't do that!? Are you nuts? You're nuts!?

Something's already making Estella look like a dog.

Maybe I'll teach him some art.

"Estella"

"What?

"Hands"

"Uh-huh. Huh!?

When I gave her my hand softly, Estella screamed a bareback and kept away from Zuzazazar.

Hold down the chest without it and dye your face bright red.

"Well, well, well, well, well... you want to go in the garden, and you want to hold hands... well, you know what?

No, I thought I'd teach my dog how to play art............ hmm? Hands in the garden?

This garden is fashionable for couples to drink honey, so to speak, a rear filled mecca, where you offer your hand forward..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Hmm!? No!? No, you're not, Estella! That's not what I meant!

"Well, that means, hey, hey, what!? What do you mean?

"So, come on, love...... anyway! You're a dog!

"Who's the dog?!?

Yeah, shut up!

Don't look at me with a bright red face!

Don't let the slightly anxious color seep into your eyes, even though you hoist your eyebrows like you're angry! Something looks like you're expecting, that face! No, no, I know it's your fault! I don't know, if it's not my fault, I don't know, look,... Yikes, I'm in a lot of trouble!

"Anyway! If you put your palm up and say 'hand', put your hand here and say 'wow!' That's the rule! That's the art!

So why am I being treated like a dog?

"I'm sure it's because you're happy!

"I didn't. Shit!

The momentum is the same, I mean, it's no longer the same!

Pull it in, over there!

"Well, red-haired solders are as obedient and small as dogs. I don't even know what it's like to be cute."

"So, who's obedient!? I am so proud that no one is more evil than me!

"No, I'm proud of that. Yep..."

Canning and barking Estella was just like a puppy.

"What other art is there to do?

Regina turns her gaze on me.

... uhh, nasty nigga face. "I can't hold hands anymore, and if I do arts and things all the time, what else is there to say? Oh, why don't you tell me?" But that's the face I said.

Oh, that would be nice. I'll tell you what.

"'Sit down' or 'lay down'"

"Is it a little difficult for a red-haired solder?

"I can do it!... No, I won't!

And what happened...?

"And then, … 'penis'"

"... you're going to put it on?

"Put it on!

Because it's not a derivation of your hand!

Because if they put it out there with their hands, I'll bust that dog!

"Oh, already! I'm sorry I messed with you! So let's just go now!

Not if you're blowing peach typhoons in here.

I don't have time, I don't have time!

I'm keeping Natalia waiting, too!

Yes! We're in a hurry!

... So sorry. Give me a break already.

"Mr. Yashiro."

It was a sacrifice. Ginette advances in like a sunny grin to heal my heart and jump right in front of me.

Oh... my heart seems to be lit up covered in dark clouds.

Ginette looks happy and gives me her hand softly.

And...

"Hands"

- I said that with great pleasure.

........................ eh.

"Which is the loving appeal of 'I want to hold hands' or the owner appeal of 'You're my dog'?

Either way, I'm having trouble reacting?

"Oh, uh, no! Especially if that doesn't make any deep sense.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I rush in the hand I offered and squeeze it in front of my chest.

Well, as I say, "I'm sorry this right hand has a crude phase".

...... yeah. That's a horrible place, garden.

The usual nori causes catastrophe. It's not a big burn scene.

... So this is where the rear charging hangs out......... blow it up! Yeah, it's all Leah's fault!

"Couples in the garden, break it all down -!

"What do you say!? Just kidding! I don't have it now.

Nothing, Ginette rushes to correct it, even though no one is listening.

It wouldn't even be a world where all the words you utter come true.

"Hey, Theron."

"What is it, Wendy?

"Ugh......" Hands ""

"Eh... I can't help it anymore. Yes, your hand."

"Ugh."

"haha"

"I wish I'd blown it up"

"Myself. I don't care if you try to hide your black emotions. I know you're manly in a way, but do you weigh yourself down?

I'm not going to introduce you to "this kind of bullshit" unless I'm going to advocate for a Leah Charming Icharab Situ! Don't imitate me!... That's not what I want to do!

"Nah, I hope we don't do something too, wow"

Regina snuck up on me with Niyaniya.

... this black pharmacist... is it black to the belly?

"Wow, so?

Ira......

... Huh. Oh, okay.

"Regina, 'House' heh!

"What, I think they said something terrible!?

You go home to your nest now! Alone!

"... at last. Look, we're going now."

"Ah......"

As I tried to ignore my asshole and move on, I heard a fine voice leaking like air leak from next door.

When I turned my gaze, Ginette stared at me reluctantly, "…… no".

... what, the modest gaze like that "I, too, if I could..."

Should I say 'House'?

... Ginette would really take it and look like a snag. I said 'hand'..................... oh well.

"All right, Ginette!

"Yes."

"'Milk'!

"Repent!

Ginette's milk on my hand I offered didn't...

...... dull.

The extra has dramatically rubbed down my strength and energy.

You don't have to sweat cold, your throat is ragged,... no, it's ragged.

I can't believe that just because a date spot is by your side can have such a negative impact on your everyday life...

"Well, in short, that's it. So the garden is not a place to be."

"No, you know, hero. What do I say, it's a more normal place to enjoy it, isn't it?

What, you're saying I'm not normal!?

I'm not conscious or anything!

He's the type I don't care about around or anything!

There's only one thing...

"All Leah charging, be unhappy -!

"Hey, I'm kidding!

Next to me screaming with my hands on both sides of my mouth, Ginette corrects that in exactly the same outfit.

What's the joke? I'm serious!

"Heroes may also have fun if you put them in the garden. It's a really beautiful place."

"Nothing, I didn't ask for 'beauty' in my life."

"Don't say that, I'll be with you. Come on."

Wendy invites us to the garden so she can forgive me.

Wendy and Cylon lead the way, and I follow it.

A little late Ginette followed me, and then Estella approached me sooooooo.

"I'm weirdly tired because of Yashiro..."

"Why is it my fault?"

"It's Yashiro's fault."

Ton ', hitting my shoulder in the arm. What, that slight disobedience.

I'd be a little thrilled with the body touch though.

"... weigh yourself, right?"

Finally, Estella rolls out an eight-hitting cat punch on my stomach.

It wasn't even a big shock, but I stumbled unconsciously about a half step into the attack on my stomach that poked at my intentions.... It tickled me.

And because of that half-step vertigo, I came into contact with Ginette, who was next to me on the left.

"Oh, evil no, Ginette"

"No.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

As the play passes, Ginette smiles slightly self-derisive, troubled.

Perhaps the air in this place is bad. The air here must have the effect of making humans weird tense.

Otherwise, you can't imitate a public execution for drinking flower nectar in public.

Yeah, that's right. I'm sure even weird poisons are flying around, in this place.

... Garden, seriously, let me burn him. world and for the serenity of the hearts of single men.

"I see it. That's the garden!

Ahead of where Wendy pointed, there was such a beautiful sight that it seemed to be depicted as an example next to the word 'paradise' in the dictionary.

Colorful flowers bloom in the vast land, shaking in the wind, causing a fragrant scent to float around.

Poor blossoming flowers are dyeing the world into happy colors.

In such a vast garden of flowers as paradise, there were bugs drinking flower nectar together.

"... nnnnnnnnnnnnn! Blah! Blah!

"Juzozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozozo!

"What, those sweaty, smelly warcraft?

Those were the good guys in Gatai who grew big horns on their heads, no matter how they looked at it, Osama.

"O, are you a couple of Osama's!?... is, progress wow!

"Don't progress! Don't write and punch suspicious notes all at once!

How about this. As it is, there will be one more rotten story in the 42nd arrondissement.

Fire powder, you want to use it here? A note or something that Regina would have done if she had burned out.

"They seem to be beetles and quail men."

Wendy's words are probably correct.

Whatever your face looks like, it's beetles and wasps.

"Oh... are you human?

Observe and say that the beetle Osama licks us from the top to the bottom.

... You're a disrespectful guy.

"Mr. Cub.... these guys, my clothes..."

"Oh, right. Maybe he's noble."

And tell a secret story in a voice you can hear.

... disrespectful guys, really.

"Hey, you guys. Look at us. What do you think?

Excuse me.

It stinks of sweat.

It's not worth seeing either. Because, Osama.

but, well, you wouldn't even bother selling a fight.

I'll take a big look at your disrespectful behavior. I didn't come here to fight today.

I've grown a lot in the past.

I'll show you how to spare your heart.

"Osama and I drank sweet things happily, and I don't care"

"What are you gonna do with a fight?!?

No, no.

I just gave you my honest thoughts.

It's not about discrimination or that kind of drooling, it's just purely sweaty.

"Ha-ha-ha! Is it disgusting what Osama and I are sweet about? Oh, my God, they took one!

I thought it would be somewhat frustrating, but the beetle turnip and they laughed out loud.

I'm laughing that the quack next door dulls too.

"No, no, no. This nectar of flowers heals my tired body and gives me a lot of vitality. The Gattens are drinking quite a bit."

That explains the quackery better.

If the beetle is Mr. Turnip, is this some kind of quack?

"Qua, you look good, but you have a low back."

"Mr. Qua? Is that about me? I've never been nicknamed after a racial name before."

"Hmm? 'Cause this beetle over here is Mr. Turnip, right?

"Oh, come on. I'm not called a turnip from a beetle tribe."

"Well, what is it?

"My name is Cabriel."

"Something's missing!?

Isn't that Gabrielle!? Is that a patch?

Is that like Louis Pitton?

I'm Marx, by the way.

"Normal!?

Are you Loretta!?

You're not wearing any wasps!

"Huh, ha! You're an interesting brother! I like it. You want a drink, too?

Cabriel points to the flower at my feet and asks me.

Well, I'm interested... I just had juice in the parlor.

"Wendy, can I get you something to drink?

"Uh... well, with Cylon..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We're in a hurry. I need to get out of here now! I don't think I have time for a sip of honey. Oh, too bad!

"... Yashiro. Do you want to support the Therons or disturb them?

Estella blames me for sighing.

Backup or disturbance?

I guess that's decided.

I'll back you up, but I won't let Icharab in front of me!

"Right. If you're in a hurry, I can't help it."

Cabriel smiles as if she likes it, not least because she doesn't care about turning down the invitation.

If I had a boss like this, I'd want to follow him unconditionally. I guess that's the type.

"But hey, you guys"

Such a good bossy Cabriel lurks his voice and says this.

"If you're going deeper than the garden, you should be a little careful."

"Is it also a dangerous place?

Look me in the face and ask for information.

I want to get root for any information I might get. "Behind this garden" what an expression means, I guess this is the boundary.

I don't need to hear what boundaries are.

This garden is the boundary between where humans live and where insects live.

"This 35th arrondissement does well for us subspecies as well. But not many of them still have feelings for humans that are hard to say good.... No, there's still a lot"

…………

There's something in Cabriel's words that bothers me, and my consciousness catches on there.

... 'subspecies'?

"Well, I suppose you sometimes feel somewhat disturbed or disrespectful... the roots are good guys. Please, I don't want you to be offended. This is it."

That's what I say, keep your head down. - Of, but.

"Ouch!?

A fine horn of beetles punched me in the brain because Cabriel bowed his head.

........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Don't you have to take a big look at this, too?

"Oh, I'm sorry! With... or, well, force majeure... no, no evil."

Bitter smile, head on Cabriel.

I really don't seem to offend you.

I don't know how many years you've been with that horn... but you don't seem to have complete control. Dangerous people.

"Mr. Yashiro, are you okay?

"Oh. I really want to give it back one shot, but I'll put up with it because if I fight, I'm going to lose for sure"

"Oh, um... please, take it easy... oh, I'll medicate you later. Right?"

I'll make it easy.

Marx could have won by himself... because Cabriel can't.

You can't win. I don't fight! That's adult manners!

"Hey, I'm really sorry. To apologize, tell me when something happens. Because it helps."

"Something... what can you do?

"We're movers. So I'm good at carrying things and flying far away!

"... go far, fly?

What's a mover taking you so far?

"If you're moving close range, it'd be more efficient to throw your stuff away, wouldn't it?

"Be polite, luggage of your guests!?

Movers throw their luggage at us in Japan and we're going bankrupt in three days!?

There's nothing you can ask these guys for, it doesn't look like anything.

Enough. Even if I hit him in the head, it wasn't a big deal. It doesn't even hurt anymore.

Ask Ginette to apply medicine after this (have her knee pillow on the assumption that).

... knee pillow, can I go?

Tiny ~ Ku, if I could bring it into such an atmosphere................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. I'm sorry for my daughter Ginette, who shows off her stupid daughter when she's here.

Is it easier to ask in advance?

Only, insignificantly. and to make you take that for granted...

"Hey, Ginette."

"Yes?"

"Later, paint me a knee pillow"

"............... Yes?

No!

I might have gotten a little upset!

Oh, no more! If I say knee pillow here, it's hard to say when it's real!

"Oh, that's what you're looking for," you know!

Oh, no more! It's ruined! You can't do it!

"............... I want to start all over again"

"Again, do you want me to slap you as much as I want in the corner, Yashiro?

Estella dares to make a statement that does not read the air after reading it.

Why don't you keep your mouth shut for a second?... if you understand this lame feeling of mine!

... Damn. Scattered.

"Thank you for your advice. If you ask me first, I'll be able to handle any unforeseen situation."

"Right. That's what you're supposed to say."

Cabriel peeks at her bright white teeth.

... to beetles, teeth. Something's so uncomfortable. Not now, though.

"Well, it's time to go."

"Whoa! I hope to see you again. Uh... Yashiro, was it?

"Ah. Then from over here, he's a dog, a rear charging couple, a rotten pervert, a titty guy"

"So why am I a dog!?

"Um, hero. Are we alone?

"They often use the word rear charging, but are we sole?

"Whatever the pervert is, I want to rot. Yeah, good morning. You know what? What rots in us?

"Oh, you know, Mr. Yashiro. Oh, boobs............... stop calling me that."

They say I introduced them all together, but all my people are complaining about it.

There would be no more accurate representation.

Cabriel and Marx laughed heavily, waved at each other and we broke up.

There were still many other bugs in the garden, but thanks to the fun conversations we had with the Cabriels, no one came after us.

He's vigilant, but if he decides it's harmless, he won't be particularly aggressive.

... I don't know if that's why it's so friendly.

Try to rebel Cabriel's words in your head.

I guess there's a lot of friction between humans and worm tribes.

Cabriel's words contained the nuance that he was tired of such trouble.

If so, Cabriels' first attitude is also convincing.

Humans have stepped into the garden, the territory of the Bugs.

I can't help being alert.

... I wonder what else I can do?

"Hey, Estella."

"What? I'm not going to treat you like a dog by saying 'hand' again..."

"What's a 'subspecies'?

"-!?

It was Estella trying to slap me lightly, but as soon as I got that word out, I jammed the word.

That reaction alone might suffice to explain it.

In short, 'that's the word' I guess.

... deeply rooted.

You're thinking what an answer... Estella put her arms together and silenced herself.

Wrinkles are carved between the eyebrows.

"I'm sorry. If it's hard to say, you can do it later. But I want you to listen to me properly."

".................. yeah. Not that it's hard to say............... sorry"

Then keep walking for a dozen minutes without touching on that topic.

The garden's irresistibly sweet fragrance kept me away, and where I was finally becoming less popular, I uttered the words Wendy had been waiting for.

"Good luck on your long journey, everyone. Arrival."

It was a secluded and quiet ghost town to hide itself from the glorious world.

I can't see people. Nonetheless, there are signs of people...... such a thin creepy compartment.

I feel a creepy glance, like I'm staring at you jizzily from the shadows.

A suspicious corner where abandoned house chick buildings connect houses, like you suspect this is really the 35th arrondissement. Pointing to the back of it, Wendy said this clearly.

"That's my home."

That was an abandoned ruin, which is likely to convince me right away if I were told it was a spiritual spot.

... Wendy, you... "I knew it was me, a ghost! ♪ Or don't you say ♪